Page 133 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
The pain and torment he inflicted was better than this.
“Oh, but you will. In fact...” He tipped his head down at me. “You’ll beg me to make you come.”
What delusional world was he living in? “Never.”
He could use his magic fingers all he wanted. I would never beg him for anything. I’d die first.
The smirk he gave me in response should’ve told me that something was up. The last thing I expected him to do was push my knees apart and bury his face between my thighs. With my arms free of his hold, I shot up and tried to shove his head away. Thenithappened.
Issac’s tongue laved between my folds, making my eyes roll in the back of my head. It felt so good, I had a hard time holding onto my resolve. Especially when he growled, “Fuck, you taste like peaches.”
The vibrations of his deep tone sank into my tender flesh.
I had to put a stop to this. My fingers twisted in his hair, ready to pull him away. Then Issac clamped his mouth around my clit, and I was lost. Ecstasy tingled across my nerves in pure unbridled bliss as Issac continued to feast.
Still, I refused to give up. I held onto my fight for as long as I could. At one point, I even managed to get my hand between his mouth and me, but that just made things worse. Not only was Issac licking me like a lollipop, but I could feel his tongue working.
There was something oddly erotic about that. My body gave in shortly after that. I fell back on the bed and let my hips undulate, seeking more of what Issac was giving me.
That’s when things got bad. Issac would drive me to the very precipice of that edge and then stop, only to do it all over again. This cycle continued for what felt like hours. No matter how much I silently begged him for more, he wouldn’t toss me over the edge, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I was right there, so close I could taste it. And then Issac pulled his mouth away. I felt like crying.
“No,” I whimpered so pathetically, I didn’t recognize my voice.
“Is something wrong, Peaches?”
He was kidding, right? Sweat coated my entire body, my hair stuck to my face, it hurt to breathe, and I couldn’t think clearly. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“You can end this anytime you want.” His tongue slithered across my tender flesh, careful to avoid the one area I needed it. “All you have to do is beg.”
I was utterly exhausted yet tenser than I’d ever been. I couldn’t fight him anymore. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please,” I whined again, this time lifting my hips to signify what I wanted.
“Be specific, Peaches.”
“Oh my god.” He was such an asshole. If I could’ve lifted my arm, I would’ve punched him. “Just do it.”
Issac tsked. “That doesn’t sound like begging.”
Seriously? “I hate you.”
“If that’s your idea of begging, then we are in for a long night.”
He couldn’t possibly do this any longer, could he? Issac had to be feeling the effects. I was so frustrated that tears weredripping down my face. My body was so hot it was suffocating. Even his puffs of breath wafting over my tender flesh felt like fire.
“Come on, Peaches,” Issac coaxed, while giving me light little licks that kept me on edge. “Give me what I want, or we’ll do this all night.”
I cracked.
“Please, please, please,” I begged. “End it. I can’t do it anymore. Make me come.”
Issac clamped his mouth on my clit before the last word finished slipping past my lips. Half a second later, I was taken over by a violent orgasm so powerful that it hurt. My body locked and seized while white hot spots blurred my vision.
The last thing I heard before blacking out was Issac whispering in my ear, “You just bent, Peaches.”
