The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Seventy: girls sure have it hard

Krystal's POV

   It felt like I was swimming in hot water. It wasn't scorching me, wasn't hurting me, but drove pleasure into my body and heated my core. Then he started kissing down the valley of my breasts, trailing his sinful mouth south. My face grew hot as he approached the part that was aching the most and was practically soaked. Embarrassment played a part in that but he didn't pay much attention to my throbbing and wet pussy. Instead, he jumped past it as if I didn't have one and went on to kiss my inner thighs. The action made me jerk with every kiss, a vibration that traveled up to one spot in my body.

   He continued to kiss my thighs, pushing them apart to grant him better access. He would kiss close to where I needed him the most, and then ignore it. He was playing a tantalizing game and it was working. I moaned with satisfaction as his finger finally located the right place. He trailed his pinky down my slit, feeling my wetness and coating his digit with it. And just when I thought he was going to attend to my ache, he went back to nipping and licking my thighs, especially the juice that stuck to them.

   I growled with frustration and he smiled against my skin. Despite the frustration, pleasure continued to build inside of me and it showed with how wetter I was getting and messing up the sheets.

   Then he moved to my toes and that was the last straw. "Lynn, please," I begged with tears in my eyes. "Stop teasing me. Your tongue feels good but I need you right now or I'll explode, and not in a good way,"

   He continued kissing my toes, looking at me with humor and smugness, from under his golden lashes. The bastard was having fun. "You see, sweetness," he whispered, licking a sensitive part of my foot. "I want to lick every inch of your body. It'd be selfish of me to leave any part out,"

   "Liar," he chuckled and dropped my leg. At long last, he brought his mouth to where I wanted him the most. I threw my head back, my back arching off the bed. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and the sheets as he went down on me. He started with slow licks, licking up and down my slit and drinking away my arousal. He was still playing his game, intentionally leaving my clit out of the fun. I'd had enough of letting him torment me. I yanked his head up and directed his mouth to my bundle of nerves, a chill racing down my spine as his lips made contact with it.

   Merlynn chuckled against me, the sound and breath doing more to me than it should, fueling an already vicious flame. He slowly licked away at my clit, running his stained pinky up and down my slit. He slowly worked me up to my release, increasing the build-up of my orgasm as he started sucking on my nub and flicking it with his tongue.

   Overwhelmed with the pleasure, my legs began to tremble and instinctively close up around his head. He used just one hand to pin one thigh down and tilted his head to block off the other, rendering me helpless as he continued to feast on me. I saw stars when he slipped his finger into me, using his pinky to hold my folds open. It wasn't difficult to glide his digit into me with how wet I was. Seeing as I was wet enough, he added a second finger, drawing moans and curses from me.

   He unfailingly drove his digits in and out of me, his tongue never seizing its assault on my clit. He relentlessly jammed his digits into me as far as they could go and then added another finger along the way. A third finger was unpleasant at first, but the more juice spurt out of me, the easier it got although my walls kept squeezing his digits. "Damn, look how greedy your pussy is," he said through the mind link. "Were you starving for my dick that much?" I wasn't in the right state of mind to respond. My mind was a foggy mess and hot tears slid down the side of my face as my body grew hotter and the tightness in my stomach painfully twisted.