Page 53 of Hell’s Flame

He knows what he’s doing.

His long tongue slides across my clit. My legs spasm, and it almost makes me break.

He chuckles.

“Shut up,” I snap. “And get to work.”

His fingers slam into me. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You might be the heir and expect everyone to be on their knees. But look at you, shaking around my fingers. Howfuckingpathetic?”

My pussy pulses at his words. I should be offended, yet I want him to speak to me like that more; at the same time, I want him to shut up and get back to licking me.

His fingers push in and out of me slowly. It’s almost painful every time his fingers hit that sweet G-spot. I need more.

“You want it, don’t you, princess?”

I nod with my eyes closed.

“No, no, say it. Tell me what you want me to do.” His other gloved hand reaches up and grabs a handful of my breast.

I moan, trying to roll my hips. “I want it, Jigsaw. Please.”

“Oh, the princess says please. Say it one more time.”

I moan. I should take control and tell him to shut the fuck up, but instead I say, “Please, please. I want your mouth on me.”

He plunges his two fingers deep inside of me, and his hot, wet mouth captures my clit. I feel his rough tongue running up and down it quickly. My legs shake with each flick, and I squeeze my eyes closed.

He does it so skillfully and thoughtful. I grab a fistful of his hair and hold him close. I am not going to last.

My chest is pounding, and rushing waves fill my ears. “Please.” I gasp.

He makes a noise, the sound vibrating inside of me. His fingers curl, reaching that soft g spot.

My heels dig into his back as I gasp. “Don’t stop, Jigsaw.”

He listens.

My knees shake around his head as he brings me closer and closer to the edge until I deeply inhale and arch from the counter. I hold his head in place, scared he’s going to edge me. Instead, his fingers pump, and he curls them, hitting my G-spot as his tongue curls around my clit.

It sets me off.

I grip his hair, letting my thighs completely shake until I finally let out a deep breath. Liquid below squirts from me, and I half expect him to pull back and just leave me boneless.

Instead, he removes his fingers, and his long tongue slide into my entrance and around my lips. Then he pulls back.

My chest is heaving, and my eyes lock onto him. He pushes his two dripping fingers at my mouth. “Suck,” he demands.

Smirking, my tongue wraps around his fingers. I taste all of myself and the lube. His green eyes watch me carefully every time my tongue swirls around the tips of his fingers. My eyes drop, and I see how hard he is through his pants.

“Do you want my cock?”

I bite my lip, sitting up. I reach out for it but before I can, he grabs my wrist.

“On your knees. Beg.”

My eyes widen and my lips part. He’s really going to sit there and make me beg for it? “No. You may have gotten me to beg for your fingers, but I get on my knees for no man.”

“Except for Ledger,” he says, rubbing his cock through his pants.

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