Page 94 of Nothing Less Than Everything

“T-Tatum—”

He wasn’t pumping in and out anymore. Instead, he was holding deep, stroking my G-spot and massaging my walls with every crook of his fingers. He used his other hand to pinch my clit, damming the pleasure at the root, letting it build but never release.

I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t. Not when he was turning my limbs into jelly.

“Your bags are in the other room, so here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna get up. Eat the breakfast that your boyfriend so lovingly acquired from the resort, and then you’re gonna put on the skimpiest little bikini you packed.”

“A-And t-then?” I stammered as I felt my orgasm teetering on the edge. Every neuron in my body was on red alert, ready to fire.

Tatum pulled his fingers out of my sopping wet pussy and slid them into my mouth. “And then we have a cabana waiting for us and all the umbrella cocktails we can drink. Now taste yourself, Little Bird.”

I swirled my tongue around his thick fingers and sucked, cleaning them off.

He cupped my chin, holding my mouth closed around his fingers. His brown eyes bore into mine. “Are you going to do as I say today?”

I tried to clench my thighs together, trying to save the orgasm that would have felt so good. Tatum wasn’t having it. He withdrew his fingers from my mouth, exchanging them for his lips. The kiss was soft and tender—a far cry from the stern words he’d used.

He turned my head to the side and whispered into my ear. “Be a good girl and I’ll make it worth it.”

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