Page 43 of One Night Only
“Fuck, oh m-m-my God,” she sobs. “So. Fucking. Good. Jesus!”
“Not Jesus, baby,” I taunt. “This isallme.”
I lick her clit frantically, watching her throw her head back, her back arching, hand searching for something, anything to hold onto. “Faster, please!”
With another chuckle, I do the opposite, slowing my pace until my fingers are barely moving, my tongue hardly touching her throbbing clit.
She lifts my head, gaping at me. “What are you doing?”
I grin.
“That’s literally the opposite of faster!” she whines.
“Use your words.” I arch a brow. “Remember… you need to tell meexactlywhat you want.” With a leisurely pace I’m sure is excruciating, I plunge my fingers back inside, dragging them back out so slow, circling her hole.
“Fuck me, Dallas,” she pleads with a groan. “Hard. And fast. Please.”
“Fuck you where?” I play dumb, grinning like an asshole. “And with what?”
“Fuck my pussy with your fingers,” she grits out.
“Nah, pussy ain’t gonna cut it this time, Goldie.” I shake my head, pulling my fingers all the way out of her wet, hot heat. And then, as she watches me, I suck on them, lapping at her pussy juice with a satisfied groan.
Emily glares at me, and if looks could kill, I would be dead and buried. But I can see it there. The uncertainty. The questioning. The second guessing herself.
I nod, answering those unspoken questions, flashing her a smirk because I know this is hard for her, but it’s all part of my plan. I need her to let her guard down. I need her to know this is a safe space, that she’s safe with me.
She closes her eyes, taking the moment she needs before finally opening them and looking directly at me as she says, “Fuck my…cunt… with your fingers… please.”
A victorious smile claims me, but I decide to play hard to get, cupping my hand around my ear. “I’m gonna need you to say that a little louder. I didn’t quite catch it, baby.”
“I hate you,” she deadpans.
“Uh-uh, Goldie,” I chide. “You know the rules.”
Licking her bottom lip, her eyes narrow slightly with a glare I know is all for show right now. “Fuck my cunt with your fingers… and lick my clit, Dallas. Please,pleasemake me come again.”
I huff a breath, my eyes flaring as my cock jolts in response. “There’s mygoodgirl.”
I close my mouth over her again, tonguing and sucking her clit as I thrust my fingers inside her hard and fast, just like she begged me to. I twist my fingers, curling them and finding her G-spot, stroking it in time with my licks, pushing down a little firmer on her lower belly.
“Ahhh,” she cries out, thrashing beneath me.
I hum against her, sucking her clit hard, biting it, putting enough incessant pressure on her G-spot before she suddenly falls over the edge, and, with a guttural scream, I feel her release gush out all over my hand in hot spurts that keep coming as I work her through it.
“Oh my God…” Emily breathes out hard, sagging back against the blanket as I slowly remove my fingers, pressing one lingering kiss to her swollen clit and grinning when I see her shudder with aftershocks.
I crawl up and over her languid body, kissing her as I go, and when I make it up to her beautiful, flushed face, seeing the dazed look in her eyes, the way she gazes at me like she’s fucking drunk or high or something, I can’t help but smirk like a smug asshole because I did the damn thing.
Taking her bottom lip between my teeth, I bite it gently before thrusting my tongue into her mouth and kissing her hard. “See how fucking perfect you taste, Goldie?” I mutter against her lips, giving her as much as I can.
She moans against my mouth.
I pull back enough to get another look at her, pressing a soft kiss to her nose. “Have you ever squirted before, baby?” I grin, knowing the answer, but asking anyway.
Her brows knit together and she shakes her head, still dazed and out of it. “No one has ever even found that spot before,” she says on a light gasp, still trying to catch her breath.
I shake my head, because it really is a travesty. That ex of hers deserves a serious ass whooping.
