Page 64 of Nightmare

He takes a step closer to me, and my heart quickens with anticipation. Like a tiger, he prowls closer, until he’s in front of me, his eyes on mine. I’m trying to keep calm, but my entire body is trembling and I’m barely able to hang onto the need to just take the next step, I don’t care what it is. I’m desperate, and my body is thrumming with desire. I want him to touch me, and I want him to do itright now.

“Keep your hands by your sides.”

His voice comes out firm, but no longer is it brusque. Instead, it’s laced with a deep desire that has heat forming in my core.

Watching as he slowly lowers himself down, I suck in a breath when he is on his knees in front of me. He takes my thigh in one of his hands and he spreads my legs, exposing me. I know I’m wet, I can feel the moisture lining the inside of my thighs as the cool air touches them, but I don’t take my eyes off him. Not even when he uses his finger to run over that wetness, bringing it to his lips and sucking it off.

My word.

Leaning in, his hot breath tickles my outer lips as his tongue slides out, the tip of it running straight up the center of my pussy, sending an electric jolt through my body.

“Sweetest little cunt.”

That word, vulgar and filthy, only has me wanting more.

He uses his tongue again, gliding up slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until it settles on my clit. There, he begins twirling it, in the most effortless, precise way. It’s skilled and it’s delightful. I close my eyes, my breath hitching as I fight with myself not to reach out and take his head, slamming his face in deeper until he’s fully engulfed between my legs. He said not to touch him, and that means I must keep my hands where they are.

That doesn’t stop the trail of moans that slide from my lips as he swirls that tongue over my clit, again and again, the perfect motion, bringing an orgasm so close to the surface it’s utterly mind blowing. As my body tenses and my legs begin to shake, he pulls away. For a minute, I don’t grasp what’s happening, and at the realization that he has stopped, I inhale in shock.

He looks up at me, those brown eyes locking onto mine.

“Turn around.”

Shaking my head, a little confused, he repeats his command.

I do as he asks, turning slowly, my legs threatening to give way.

“Bend over.”

What?

He wants me to bend over.

Right in front of him?

No.

No way.

I shake my head, looking over my shoulder.

“You want to cum? Bend over.”

“I...”

“Now,” he grates out.

Slowly, I turn back, and I bend over, inch by horrifying inch, until my fingers are hanging by my toes and my entire backside is on display in front of him. With a satisfied growl, his fingers slide up my pussy, stroking over the damp flesh. I quickly forget the position I’m in when his finger slips inside me, finding my swollen center right away and lightly putting pressure on it.

Coating his fingers in my arousal, I’m shocked when his thumb glides over the entrance to my bottom.

He won’t. Surely, he won’t.

I can say stop at any time.

His thumb slides in and I jerk forward. He catches me with his spare arm, stopping me, and I clamp my eyes shut in horror.

“Relax.”

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