Page 37 of The Naughty List

“I’m not one of those girls.”

“No,” he says. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

I’m still grinning. “You haven’thadme yet.”

“Trust me,” he says and looks so weird with my blood on his lips and chin, “I can always feel the vibe and it’s usually a case of going through the necessary motions until the time is up and the job is done. But not with you, Holly. You’re giving off horny vibes like you mean it. Like you’re into this as much as me.”

“Glad to hear it,” I tell him. “But it’syouthat’s making me horny.”

“How so?” he asks, wanting to hear the words.

“I’ve never done this before, like I said, and didn’t know what to expect, but I never in a million years thought it would turn me on like this. You turn me on when you moan against my filthy pussy. It’s so hot, it’s insane.”

User 391 sighs and looks at me adoringly. I feel so at ease that I coax his head back towards my crotch, wanting it as much as he does. He lands his mouth on my pussy, and my shudders are all real. His tongue is on the right spot, just perfect.

“There!” I cry out. “Suck, please!” I beg, and he does.

Jesus Christ, the buzz of his moans as he sucks drives me wild. I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come for him already, and I can’t stop it. I can’t. I flail, and gasp, gripping his head in a vice.

“Yes. Harder, harder!” I cry out, and his fingers pump inside me, so sloppy.

I come like a thrashing banshee for my client, with his mouth against my wet, bloody clit. I feel every detail. Every touch and tease, and every squelch of his fingers. Every nerve in my whole damn body is on fire. The room is spinning, and my chest is heaving, and I’m flying as high as a kite as the waves ripple through me.

Pure.

Fucking.

Bliss.

Whoa, I’m heady on the comedown, smiling up at the ceiling as my client keeps his face between my legs, still lapping at my slit as I bleed for him. He’s spoiled me rotten, so now it’s time for me to do the same in return.He’sthe one who is paying, after all.

Get with it, Holly.

I slide my fingers down to my crotch, curling them inside before pulling them out, nice and wet for him. I love the feeling of his flat, desperate tongue as he sucks my fingers clean over and over. It’s only when I whisperwaitthat he pauses, still looking up at me like I’m a goddess.

Time to show him I am one.

I hitch myself up and use four fingers this time – two from each hand. What a lovely stretch as I spread my pussy open…

I cake all four fingers in blood and trail them up my body, teasing my nipples as he watches.

“You like that?” I ask him, and he gives me a smirk.

“You already know the answer.”

I do it again. More wet fingers to smear my tits with blood.

“Come on,” I coax. “I want you up here.”

His tongue is already out as he hauls himself up and over me. The heat of his body feels so fucking good over mine. My fingers are messy when they tangle in his hair, guiding his mouth to one of my blood-smeared tits, my nipples hard as bullets.

I feel his hard cock against my thigh and fuck, how I want him inside me. My pussy is screaming, but I’m not giving in. Not yet. I can’t… this is all about him.

His lips are puffy, and his cheeks are a mess with my blood. He’s so up close as he feasts on my dirty tits that I can practically taste him. The scent in the air is primal.

I had no idea I’d like his fantasy this much.

Maybe Ebony is right. Maybe I’ll be more of a hardcorer than I think I am.

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