Page 25 of Filthy Business
He didn’t tease.
He devoured.
Tongue wide, flat, and firm—he licked me like he’d been dreaming of this for years. Like I was the first meal after a fucking famine. Groans rumbled in his throat, vibrating against my clit. His stubble burned, but I didn’t care. I arched. Moaned. My thighs snapped around his head like a trap, and he growled.
“God, you’re—fuck—you’re so wet,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to spit directly onto my pussy before diving back in, lips sealing around my clit and sucking hard.
I bucked, gasped his name, but he didn’t let up.
His fingers gripped my hips, pinning me down like prey, and his tongue worked furiously—licking, flicking, circling, sucking.
“Daddy—please—” I writhed, already so close I was scared of how fast it was building.
He pulled back just long enough to glare at me.“You don’t say please to me, baby. You scream.”
Then he dropped his head and fucked me with his tongue, groaning like a man possessed, his hips grinding against the mattress as if he might come just from the taste of me.
And God help me, I screamed.
I screamed again. But he didn’t stop.
He just moaned into my cunt like he owned it, like he’d waited years to taste me and now couldn’t get enough. His tongue fucked me deep, wet and frantic, while his thumb found my clit and circled with wicked precision.
“God—oh, God—please—” My legs trembled around his head, my fingers tangling in his thick hair, desperate for something to anchor me as he unmade me with his mouth.
He lifted his head just long enough to snarl,“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Give me everything.”
Then his mouth sealed over my clit, and he sucked—hard.
The pressure detonated.
I shattered. Loud, shameless, feral.
My back arched clean off the bed as the orgasm ripped through me, thighs clamping tight around his face, hips grinding against his tongue while he held me down and rode it out with me.
I heard him groan like he was coming too.
He didn’t stop until I collapsed back into the sheets, panting and wrecked, legs still twitching from aftershocks.
When he finally looked up, his mouth was soaked, his eyes wild, and his voice ragged.“Fuck. You taste like innocence and fucking destiny, Iris.”
He licked his lips like a savage.
And I knew it wasn’t over.
Not even close.
His eyes were wild as he clambered over my body.
“Taste yourself. Taste your come. See how sweet you are when you come for your Daddy,” he growled before lowering his lips to mine.
I licked his lips, tasting myself.
He moaned and plunged his tongue into my mouth, claiming it like he claimed the rest of me—hungry, deep, and possessive.
His hands cupped my breasts, palming them until my nipples hardened. I moaned and began to writhe beneath him, arching my back to offer myself to him. His hips shifted, and his heated cock grazed over my open pussy. I tugged at the soft, silky ties around my wrists.
He softened the kiss before breaking contact.
