Page 51 of Pretty Plaything
She tries to buck her hips, but I hold her tightly in place as I part her folds with my tongue and flick it over her clit.
I circle her clit with just enough pressure to make her shudder with pleasure. My tongue pushes in and out of her, probing and prodding.
I lap up her juices as I spill her over the edge. Her whole body trembles, her breath coming out in little gasps.
But I’m not done with her.
Not even close.
Chapter 26
IF THE ROPE AND THEhook weren’t keeping me up, I would’ve already toppled to the floor.
Alessandro’s tongue dances across my opening, reigniting the fire inside me so easily, as if someone had given him a manual to my body.
He shifts and moves behind me, shoving his tongue inside me again. My insides are throbbing as his tongue slides up my crack and around my puckered flesh. He presses his lips against my ass, and then moves up, leaving a path of heat all over my back.
His mouth closes around my earlobe next, nipping.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers into my ear, his hand cupping my pussy and squeezing.
All I can do is moan.
I’m vaguely aware of him freeing my wrists and removing the nipple clamps. He catches me in his strong arms and carries me to the bed.
When I open my eyes—I don’t even know at what point I closed them—I find Alessandro on top of me. His eyes are filled with desire, but he’s still dressed.
I reach out for his shirt, wanting to take it off him. But he captures my wrists and pins them against the bed, trapping me under his body.
His mouth collides with mine, and he kisses me with so much force I end up gasping for breath, my lips throbbing.
He hastily unzips his pants. His thick length springs out, and I can only think about one thing.
I want to know what it feels like to have him inside me.
He rubs the tip of his cock against my opening with a grunt.
