Page 17 of In The Dark
“Really.” I bring the fingers covered in her cum to her mouth. I touch her bottom lip, and her mouth parts. I press down on her tongue, smiling when she closes her lips around me. “Clean me up. And don’t leave a drop behind.”
Maxine tips her head to the side, lapping at my fingers. Her tongue and teeth run over my knuckles, and watching her is mesmerizing. I see the determination in her eyes, the bob of her throat as she swallows down her arousal, and I could stare at her for hours.
She likes to be told what to do.
This could be so fun.
“That’s perfect,” I tell her, and her cheeks darken. She’s pretty when she blushes. “How do you taste?”
“Good, I think. I don’t have anything to compare it to. I’ve never—” She laughs, and I hiss when she bites the pad of my finger. “This is a first for me.”
“My turn.” I pull my hand back and get rid of the mask on top of my head. I push up my sleeves and drop to my knees, blinking up at her. I trace up her leg, stopping at the waistband of her underwear. “Can I? Please?”
“Oh. I’m not sure I’ll be able to—it might take?—”
“I won’t complain. Can I eat you out angel?”
“That would…” she laughs again. “Of course you can.”
“Thank you,” I murmur into her hip bone. “Can you help me out, sweetheart? Can you hold your underwear to the side with one hand? And with the other, I want you to use your thumb and finger to hold your pussy open for me.”
“Like this?” Maxine does exactly what I ask, spreading her pussy lips and letting me look at her. She’s pink and wet and the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Just like that.” I lift her leg and put her foot on my shoulder, kissing the inside of her thigh. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I keep my eyes on her as I lick her clit, unable to hold back my groan as I taste her for the first time.
We have a serious fucking problem.
I was already addicted to her, and this just sealed the deal.
I need to consume her. I need to have her in a million different ways. I need to make herminewith a ring and a house and five kids, and my cock leaks pre-cum in agreement. I’ve always liked being on my knees, but I just found my favorite alter. My new house of worship, and she’s never going to be able to get rid of me.
“Fuck,” she cries out, biting her bottom lip. “Sorry.Sorry. I?—”
“I don’t give a shit about the consequences. Be as loud as you want, angel. I like to hear when I’m doing something right.”
I have daydreams of waking her up in the middle of the night with my fingers inside her. Of falling asleep with her wrapped around me, her calf thrown over mine. She’s exquisite. The best thing I’ve ever tasted and sweet as can be.
I lick and I suck, not bothering to come up for air.
I hope this is how I die.
“Why—how—” Max puts a hand on the back of my head, forcing me to bury my face between her legs. As if I wouldn’t do it willingly. “It’s never?—”
“I know.” I bite her thigh then kiss the small mark that blooms on her skin. “It is now.”
“You might be my new favorite person.” She threads her fingers through my hair, giving a tug. My cock hardens when she does it. “Two times in one night? You’re going to walk around thinking you’re God’s gift to women with a huge ego.”
“Women? Nah.” I pull my mouth away from her pussy, easing two fingers back in her. She gasps and drops her head against the wall, her legs starting to quake. “Just you, baby.”
“So charming.” She sucks in a sharp breath when I bite her thigh again, timing it perfectly with a third finger.
“When you get home tonight, I want you to use that toy of yours,” I tell her. “And when you do, I want you to pretend it’s my cock when you fuck yourself. Can you do that for me?”
This moan of hers is the loudest yet, a splintered noise that practically shakes her whole body. I put my tongue against her clit and she explodes, her second orgasm hitting her stronger than the first. She squirms, alternating between whispers ofit’s too muchandplease don’t ever stop. I press my forearm againsther stomach, not letting her pull away until I’ve licked up every drop she’s going to give me.
“You’re so beautiful when you come.” I carefully pull my fingers out of her pussy and nudge her hands away when her body begins to calm down, fixing her underwear for her. I snap the waistband against her hip, wondering what her pain tolerance might be. Would she be okay with being tied up? How does she feel about nipple clamps? “It’s too bad I don’t have time to take care of you a third time.”
