Page 58 of Torrid Love
She still avoids my gaze.
“Look at me,” I repeat.
She obeys.
“Rod, I—”
Framing her face in one hand, I tip her head up to mine and devour her mouth. She moans, but she’s still tense.
She leaves me no choice.
I pull out the big guns.
“Wanna hear about a recurring fantasy of mine since we almost made out when we played battle shots?” I don’t wait for an answer. “You climb on top of my face and graze your succulent clit across my tongue like a greedy little slut. You’d fuck my face until you’re so wet, the only way I can prevent you from sliding off my tongue is by clenching your beautiful ass in my hands.”
“The things that come out of your mouth,” she pants.
She glides an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I drop my forehead against hers.
Her walls are coming down.
“I’d make you lose your head by wiggling my tongue against your little ball of nerves, leaving you no choice but to chase after your climax until you come gushing in my mouth.”
My fingers never stop working her pussy.
When she starts rocking her hips back and forth, I know I have her exactly where I want her.
Good girl.
“I’d struggle to lap up every last drop of your delectable juices, Dom.”
Her body trembles and her eyes roll to the back of her head. “This is too much.”
“That’s exactly how I’d feel, but I’d manage to clean up your sweet release real nice.”
“Ha–– I––”
“I can’t wait for you to feed me, baby.”
The pace of her breathing nears hyperventilation.
“Stop fighting it,” I coax.
She rocks at a frenetic pace against my hand.
She’s nearly there.
“Oh-my-god.” She digs her fingernails into my forearms so hard, I jolt. “Dear God.”
“I bet you’re so fucking beautiful when you come. Give me that gift. Let go, baby.”
“No way. No way!” she yells that second one out. “This can’t be happening,” she sobs.
The fuck it isn’t.
I push against her clit, trapping all the blood there.
“Oh, Rod!” she wails.
