Page 31 of Knot your Good Girl

He flattens his tongue again, sliding it from the bottom of my slit to my clit, where he flicks the end of his tongue languidly.

This feels… like I want more. I feel so needy and we still haven’t finished day one.

Will ten days of this be enough?

“You taste divine, like the best dessert in the world.” He doesn’t wait for a reply. He dives back in, repeating the same torturous motion. I buck my hips against his face, trying to urge him to go a little faster. He slides his tongue over again. And in the same tortuously slow motion.

“Keep tasting.” My voice sings.

I sense the arch of his lips as he smiles against my thigh before retracting and admonishing. “I’m in charge.”

This time, I suppress my urge to beg. He rewards me by carefully slipping a finger inside me.

It’s about time.

I’m about to say something sassy, but then he turns his wrist, curling his finger against my sweet spot with a stupid grin on his face, and all I can do is moan.

He slips another finger inside me, twisting his wrist again, this time to give his mouth space to get in on the action. And when his mouth covers my clit, and he sucks, I cry out. “Yes.”

My hand instinctively flies to my mouth as I try to muffle the sound.

“I want to hear everything, Holly. Scream as loud as you want. You’ll get used to it.”

I’m panting as the pleasure becomes more and more intense. Every turn of his hand, every curl of his fingers, every lick of his tongue. This man knows exactly what he’s doing.

And I’m not complaining.

My heels dig into the mattress as I try to find leverage as I rock against his hand. But as he slides his fingers out of me, I let out an irritated moan.

I don’t hide it.

“I’m going to taste you as you fall apart.”

And I won’t stop you.

He gives my pussy a quick kiss, sliding his face and his stubble through my slick. He groans as he slowly fucks me with his tongue.

“Yes,” I whisper as I brace my feet on the mattress again and press my pussy closer to his face.

“Good girl,” he says, pulling away. His eyes staring between my thighs. “Oh, look at how your pink flesh glistens.” His words should embarrass me, but the pulse between my legs is beating so hard, I don’t care. “I’m going to lick you until you come on my tongue.”

Stop talking and get on with it.

With his words, I open my legs wider, ready for more of what he is giving me.

I’m already so close, electricity is zipping through my veins as I get closer and closer to the edge.

But can I fall off the cliff?

This is the place I normally stutter and step back, not fall.

But I feel different, and when his thumb grinds against my clit and his tongue slides inside me again, there’s a strange sensation inside me.

Instinctively, my legs clamp around his head, not wanting his mouth to stop. It’s happening. I’m edging closer and closer. Something is blooming and I’m powerless to prevent it.

I don’t want to stop it.

Aiden’s fingers replace his tongue and curl deep inside me before he closes his mouth around my clit, licking and sucking.

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