Page 31 of Addicted

“Grapefruit for slow, habanero for stop,” I said as I felt one of his fingers trace the edge of my thong before pausing, his fingertip gently tapping against my puckered hole.

I held my breath.

“Pick a number, naughty girl.”

Something flared to life in my chest, and I fisted my hands into the edge of the sofa, trying to gain a little bit more courage.

“No.”

Lips hit the spot between my shoulder blades.

“I think I misheard you,” he said, his tongue darting out to lick my back as his fingers moved across my skin, gliding across my muscles. It was an out. He was giving me a chance to be a good girl.

But I didn’t want to be good. I wanted to be very, very bad.

“If you’re going to punish me, do it.” My teeth worried my lip, squeezing my eyes shut. When the pain didn’t come, I froze. A full minute had to have ticked by with me, ass up on the couch, and Hugh holding me snug against his clothed waist.

A finger slid into my pussy.

I mewled, trying to move against it, but his hand threaded into my hair and forced my cheek into the couch.

“And we had such a good day,” Hugh said, laughing. It wasn’t his usual warm-throated chuckle. It was laced with something savage, and I felt my heart flutter because I knew his darkness was what I needed, what I craved.

He moved his finger around and I moaned.

“Such a gorgeous pussy for such a disobedient Little Menace.”

His finger dove deeper, and I groaned as he stroked inside of me, slowly and carefully.

“So wet. And responsive.”

He pulled his finger free, and I tried and failed to chase it.

I heard lips smacking and he moaned.

“And the taste. That taste is fucking delicious. But that won’t save you, beautiful.”

His grip on my hair tightened as his thumb entered me. It pumped in and out before another finger replaced it. My legs shook as I tried to lean back until his thumb found its way to my ass.

I froze as he used the wet digit to push down into my tight hole. The burning stretch of my muscles caused me to cry out, but that pain gave way to ecstasy as he stroked the delicate walls of my ass, slow and steady.

His thumb pushed in further, stroking and stretching as his fingers moved out of my hair and around my throat.

“Don’t be good now. I thought you wanted to break the rules?” His teeth found their way to my earlobe and bit down.

I growled.

It was like something snapped.

A feral energy wanted to fight back, wanted to be tamed and consumed. Through the haze of lust, I movedmy elbow into his side. He oofed behind me. When I tried to turn around, his grip on my throat tightened and another finger joined the one already in my pussy. I clenched down and moved back, finally able to feel the friction I needed.

Moaning, I gripped his hand on my throat, tightening his fingers while I pushed off the couch to fuck myself with his fingers.

I almost came when his fingers clenched tighter on my throat. My moans were gruff and low, nothing like I’d ever heard from myself before.

I was on the edge ready to cum all over his fingers when they were taken away.

My face was pressed back against the couch as a swift slap stung against my ass.

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