Page 55 of The Souls We Claim
“What if I don’t like it?”
“Then we stop and try something else. You’re overthinking it, kitten. I’m gonna go and eat your fucking pussy and enjoy it. You don’t like it, tell me to stop. That’s all there is to it.”
I don’t wait for a reaction, because challenge accepted.
Sure, I’m a competitive guy. The idea of getting orgasms from Arianne in a way Patrick never could appeals to that side of me. But as a man who gets off on getting women off, I want Arianne to see what she’s been missing. I want to show her who she is.
And let’s face it, I also want her to come so hard, she sees the secrets of universal creation.
When I’m faced with her cunt, I don’t waste any time. I lick her from rim to clit. She’s already wet. It’s thick and creamy.
Arianne makes a little grunt, as if she’s stifling her reaction.
“If it feels good, I want to hear it. If it doesn’t, I want to hear that too,” I say.
Playing with her clit, I mix up my strokes. Circling her labia has her hips lifting off the bed. Flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue elicits a moan. Lapping doesn’t do anything for her.
It’s almost like she’s unaware of what makes her feel good.
I add it to the list of reasons why I want to kill Patrick.
When I slide a finger inside her, she moans. When I add a second and curve them, she cries out.
The sound sends even more blood to my already engorged cock, which I grind down into the mattress.
Her heels scissor back and forth as she tries to gain purchase against the sheets. Her movements become frantic, Arianne’s breathing becoming gasps of air.
Her hands slide into my hair. When I suck on her clit, she pulls hard, grinding against me.
“Jax, oh God,” she cries, and not only do I pull away, but I lightly slap her pussy.
Ari lifts off the bed like she’s been electrocuted. Her mouth forms my name, but she doesn’t make a sound.
“How are you liking it so far?” I ask, unable to keep the grin from my face.
“I was so close,” she whispers.
I place my thumb on her clit and start to circle again. “I know.”
Lowering my mouth back to her pussy I start all over again. I probe deeply with my tongue. I spit on her clit and swipe my thumb back and forth over it.
And when she finally gets close again, when I can feel her thighs shaking by my ears, I lift and slap her pussy again. Three times in quick succession.
She grabs the pillow and places it over her face, and moans.
I grab it away from her. “Guess we know you weren’t the problem before,” I say.
“Please, Jax.” She slides the heel of her hand between her legs, and I reach for her wrist. I don’t need to know anything else about Patrick to know he was utterly shit in bed. There’s surprise and a hint of confusion in Ari’s tone at how she feels right now.
I grab her wrist and remove it. “Only I get to give out orgasms, Ari.”
“Then get on with it.”
Despite myself, I chuckle at the whispered instruction. “Usually that kind of tone would get you a punishment, but I’m feeling generous.”
This time, I don’t play with her, I devour her and let her crash over the edge. Her whole body tenses and shakes as she comes.
Mentally, I take a bow, easing her down as she sucks in air.
