Page 57 of The Invite
Using my grip, I force her to ride my mouth.
I keep bringing her to the edge, not letting her reach the peak. Because I don’t want to stop licking and fucking her. Her submission is like a delicacy I’m greedy for.
I can’t even remember the last time I went down on a girl or loved it so much.
Just another thing I can’t resist about Nessa.
Trailing my mouth back to her clit, I flick it side to side hard and fast. I need to know what her cum tastes like. If it’s as luxurious as her arousal.
After one more lick, I bite down on the nub.
She lets loose a wail and climaxes.
I’m a goner, drinking her cum down with vigor. I yank her harder against my lips, sucking directly from her opening. Her pussy flutters, making me groan.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She wasn’t supposed to taste so good.
“S-stop,” she stammers.
How dare she?
I rip my mouth away and smack her pussy harshly. Angry that she’s trying to bark orders. She might be my teacher but if anyone’s going to be obeying, it will be her.
“What did I tell you?” I growl, slapping her again. She squeals, trying to close her legs, but my shoulders don’t allowit. “I’m taking more tonight. Now shut up and lie there like a good little whore until I’m done.”
I attack her cunt again and suck her sensitive clit into my mouth. She cries, then moans and thrashes wildly. My licks are rougher and longer. After every swipe, I shove my tongue inside her cunt, circling and fucking her deep.
She whimpers, and then mutters, “Oh god! I can’t.”
“This pussy is my dessert,” I groan against her core. “You’ll damn well let me feast it for however long I want.”
One of her arms goes lax, loosening her hold around the ledge. I grab her around the waist just as her hand slips. I don’t stop maddening her and taking what I want.
Nipping her nub between my teeth, I flick it repeatedly until she shatters again. Her inner muscles ripple and spasm when I thrust my tongue into her channel.
This orgasm is longer and stronger.
I make her ride it out, loving how I make her lose control. Her goddamn reality.
“No-o more… please,” she begs hoarsely. “No more.”
Do I stop? No.
Because I’m a bastard.
And I love to punish her.
I pull out from her soaked pussy and dip my mouth lower to her other hole. The way she tenses, I know no one’s ever breached her here. I’ll reward her for saving it for me, right after I claim it with my cock.
“Augustus… no,” she whispers, embarrassed. “Not there.”
Brushing my lips over the puckered skin, I kiss her asshole. I have no shame as I rim her with my tongue. I smirk when her legs dig into my back, trying to push me away. I respond by licking her harder.
“Stop! Please.”
I ignore her protests and spit on it before teasing her with a finger. “Are you an anal virgin, Miss Nessa?”
