Page 165 of Girls Will Be Girls
“And give you your punishment.” He adds.
He kisses me quickly, teeth nipping at my lower lip, before he’s lowering beneath the covers and pulling my underwear withhim. He doesn’t waste a second, his tongue swirling, flicking, his mouth sucking as his fingers tease.
I moan. “This doesn’t feel like a punishment.”
I’m already writhing, arching my back for him, until he stops.
“You’ll see.”
He throws the covers off the bed and lifts me to sit, taking my shirt over my head before pushing me straight back down onto my back. He sucks in one of my nipples as his finger enters me slowly.
I moan out for him, but before I have time to think, a second finger goes in as he changes sides, showing my other breast the same amount of love. As he pulls back down, his tongue flicking my now sensitive bud, a third finger stretches me full. I clench around him as I cry out, needing release.
I blindly feel around my bedside table, pulling out Lucky and turning it on to the exact pressure I need.
“Needy girl.” Lou grins, taking Lucky from me. “But that’s your punishment.”
He turns it off and places it out of my reach.
“What?” I whine like a child who’s had their favorite toy taken from them.
He moves to hover over me, his lips touching mine.
“You’re gonna take everything I give you, and you can come when I tell you you can come.”
“You’re a monster,” I whisper.
“Mm.” He smirks against my lips. “Too bad.”
He moves back down, his fingers and tongue back on me.
He’s relentless.
He laps me up, his tongue twisting, his teeth scraping, my screams echoing. I feel like I’m about to implode, like I want to explode, but I can’t, so I’ll cave in on myself and dissolve.
I’m shaking.
I tug at the sheets so hard the fitted corners pop out, tangling with us.
I don’t know how long he tortures me so beautifully, but when his other hand reaches up to pinch my nipple, I beg.
“Please.” I moan. “Please, Lou, honey, baby, please.”
He grins against me. “You’ve never called me honey or baby before.” He nips at my hip bone.
“I’ll call you anything you want, just please.”
“So, so polite.” His tongue flicks me, and I scream.
He finally pushes the vibrations down as his fingers and tongue stay on me, and it only takes one pulse and a squeeze against his fingers for me to tip over, stars shooting around me and pleasure blinding my vision. I feel light-headed and tingly as he bites down on my inner thigh, making me squeal with laughter.
He pulls at my hands and lifts me up to him, where he’s kneeling in nothing but the boxers he slept in. His hands explore every inch of my skin as his lips relish mine.
“I think I almost died,” I say.
He laughs against my lips.
“We’re not close to done yet, sweetheart.”
