Page 56 of Like a Hurricane

“Oh, I think you do,” He grins triumphantly when he finds me wet at the mere thought of being chased by him.

What will he do when he catches me? Fuck me right there and then? Up against a tree? On the snowy ground?

It was unlike anything I would ever do before but now, here, I wanted nothing more.

“It makes you wet thinking about it,” He continues, working his fingers through my center, spreading the wetness over me. “You like not being in control. You like it when I take you without mercy.”

“Yes,” I admit, riding his hand.

“Good,” He says, “Because I fucking love it when you submit to me, baby. I love being in control of your body.”

“Fuck, Rett.” I moan, gasping when he circles my clit with his fingers.

“I plan to,” He chuckles, “Take off your shorts.”

I comply without argument, stripping out of my shorts.

“Now your shirt.”

I slide it over my head, leaving myself bare for him.

“Such a good girl.” He pinches a hardened nipple between his fingers, “Now take off my boxers and suck my cock.”

Jesus Christ.

He lifts his hips so I can slide the white boxers over his muscular thighs, his hard cock jutting up, looking so damn mouthwatering I wanted nothing more than to have it in my mouth. I get between his legs and lean down, fully ready to take him to the back of my throat but he stops me before I can.

“Not like that baby,” He pulls me to him, “Turn around and sit your sweet cunt on my face,”

“What!?”

“You heard me,” He coaxes me to turn, “There’s no way I’m letting a taste go to waste.”

“Rett,” I say uncertainly.

“Trust me, baby. Do as I ask. You like it when I control this, then give me the control.”

Swallowing, I position myself and he immediately swipes his tongue through me. I almost fall from the sensation of it, barely keeping myself upright and moan. Holy shit that feels good.

His hands spread me apart and he doesn’t waste a second eating me like a damn man starved. The position meant I was able to lean down and suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, his salty precum hitting my tastebuds.

His moan vibrates against my pussy which in turn makes me pause to revel in the feel of it. Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I take him again into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the underside of his cock which makes his shaft jerk in my hand.

Fingers bite into my flesh as he tries to control himself and focus on the pleasure he’s giving me, but I liked doing this. I liked having this tiny ounce of control to make him feel as good as he made me.

“Shit,” He groans, coming away from my center to curse, his hips jerking as I slide him to the back of my throat and bob, sucking him until his muscles tense and his fingers bruise.

“Shit, Arryn,” He rasps, “Fuck I’m going to come.”

I work harder, squeezing my fist around his shaft before I run my hand down and cup his balls.

“Princess,” He begs and I grin, sucking him all the way back, his cock jerking in my mouth and then he comes and his climax hits the back of my throat. I continue, swallowing him down as his hips thrust into my mouth, and then let him go with a wet pop of my lips.

I shift slightly and look over my shoulder. His mouth is glistening with me, and his eyes turn feral when he catches mine.

I open my mouth to speak but before I can, I’m on my back, my legs are over his shoulders and his fingers are buried so far into me I can do nothing but cry out. His tongue works over my clit, his shoulders forcing my legs to remain up.

He fucks me with his fingers and sucks my clit into his mouth until I’m a writhing mess beneath him, fingers clawing at his hair to keep him exactly where he is.

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