Page 6 of Tempted

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head. He paused, raising his eyebrows. “No,” I said.

“Open your mouth,” he said. He took my panties and held them up.

My stomach clenched. “Yes,” I said before he could ask, opening my mouth for him.

He traced over my lips with the lace before his thumb pulled at my bottom lip and teased the tip of my tongue. Pushing the fabric inside, he closed my lips around them. He looked at me, his smile wolfish.

“Quiet, you don’t want anyone to hear.”

He placed a kiss against my lips as his hand continued its caress, this time his fingers parted my pussy lips and began exploring.

I sucked in a hard breath, biting against the bundled cloth and panting. My body began to shudder at the mixed feeling of his lips sucking, licking, and nipping my neck and the lightest touch of his hand against me.

I pushed against him, needing more. His other hand found the perfect spot on my abdomen, placing firm pressure that filled me with pleasure.

I felt fluid. Every move in our dance was stoking the flames higher and teasing me more and more. I arched against him again, moaning.

He shushed against my skin, finally moving his questing fingers up to my clit.

His lips drifted to my earlobe and bit down before he started whispering, voice gravelly, deeper than I’d ever heard it.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his fingers rolling over my clit, once, then twice before diving low and exploring the wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“Do you want my fingers to fuck that tight pussy of yours?”

I cried out as I felt two of his fingers plunge into me. I felt my walls clench down, milking him. He pushed into me once before pausing.

“What’s the rule?”

He leaned back, looking into my eyes. I rocked into him, feeling rushing waves of bliss.

“Ah, ah.” He pulled out and I gasped. “What’s the rule? Say it.”

“Quiet,” I replied, the word muffled but intelligible.

I couldn’t think of anything but his hands on me and in me.

“That’s right. We can’t play if you don’t follow the rules. Can you follow the rules?”

“Yes,” I nod, feeling more turned on than I’d felt in years.

“And what’s the magic word?” he asked against my lips.

“Please,” I replied, and was immediately rewarded when his fingers plunged back inside me. I bit my cheek and held firm.

“And what do you say?”

“Thank you.” I managed, grunting as his fingers thrust in and out, building a rhythm. I was trying so hard to stay quiet as he brought me higher and higher. I grabbed onto his hips, trying to ground myself as my eyes closed. I was lost in it, moving my hips with every thrust of his fingers.

My breath caught in my throat at the relentless pace of his thick fingers fucking in and out of me. His thumb circled my clit as he reached up and angled deeper.

I was delirious with the need to cum. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. The panties were pulled from my mouth and Hugh’s mouth caught mine, kissing me with the same relentless force that he was building with his fingers.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he said, biting at my lip before returning to his bruising kisses, swallowing my cries as my body tightened and exploded. What felt like a hot, bright light exploded, and Ishuddered, feeling euphoric. I gasped as Hugh covered my face with kisses.

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