Page 33 of Taming Her

“What is it?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“I’m…”

“What?”

“I want to come, damn it, that vibrator isn’t nearly enough.”

“As was the plan.”

He grinned and there it was, a beautiful maddeningly sexy smile that took her back eight years and made her wish he’d get his cock out and fuck her.

He ran his hand over her belly, up her sternum then took hold of the clamp around her right nipple. “Ready for me to take this off?”

“Yes.”

“Sure?”

“Yes.” She held her breath.

He released the clamp.

Far from it being the blessed relief she’d hoped, a swarm of pain bloomed in her nipple as the blood rushed back. It was a lick of fire, the touch of a poker.

She arched her neck and closed her eyes. “Oh, fuck.”

“And the other one.”

Then that was off too and both of her nipples were raging, burning. It was as if lava was flowing through them.

She cried out, yanking at the headboard and rattling it against the wall.

“Now you’ve discovered a new way for you to get a high, pain,” he said, clanking the clamps into the drawer. “And now for your reward for keeping the vibe in place.”

He hauled her sweatpants over her ankles and roughly shoved her legs apart.

“Oh, God… Griff.” She flicked her head from side to side, feeling wild and desperate. She could smell her arousal and feel it seeping from her.

And then his mouth was on her, suckling her clit before stroking his tongue through her folds.

Her instinct was to thread her fingers into his hair, hold him in place until she claimed her satisfaction, but of course she couldn’t. Instead she braced her legs to his body and canted her hips to his face.

He moaned, low and guttural and circled her entrance.

The sound of her pulse was loud, her breaths shallow and fast. “I need to…”

“I know what you need,” he growled, finding her entrance with his fingers and pushing two in.

“Oh, yes!” she cried out, closed her eyes and clamped around him. “Yes! Yes! Yes! More.”

He ducked his head again and set to work on her clit, rolling around it and over it. The hard, firm tip of his tongue giving her exactly what she had to have.

“I’m going to… oh, Griff…”

He’d always been good with his mouth, now he was lethal. Her orgasm was there, big and bold and about to crash through her.

She held her breath, tensed and concentrated on the rising explosion, the pressure was building, he was fueling it inside her.

And then it was there. A powerful release held her hostage for a few heart-stopping moments then raged through her body. Spreading from her clit and pussy, it shot over her skin, raking her nipples, tightening her throat and flashing through her brain.

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