“When I kiss you here.”
He said that he darted his tongue out while looking straight into my eyes. My heart beat even faster, even more in anticipation. He licked my aching core. My mouth opened wide, and I gasped for air. I would have an orgasm right away, but he took a deadly pause before licking me again. He smirked while I kept looking at him in anticipation. My core was clenching and I was crying to feel his slippery, cunning, wicked tongue once again.
“Tell me what you want me to do to your throbbing, tight pussy,” he asked darkly, never breaking eye contact with me. My face flushed red when he asked me that question. I was so innocently telling him what he wanted to do to my wet core, but I couldn't tell him what I wanted him to do to my wet core. I felt like a hypocrite when he questioned me about that. I want him to do anything for me. Something with his wicked tongue, then with his skilled fingers, and then with his cock. I wanted him to do anything for me, but I just couldn't bring all those things to my mouth. He smiled, looking at my flushed face.
“Cat caught your tongue, my doll,” he taunted me, and my face flushed even more. He took deep breaths in my arousal while burying his face in my core. I felt jittery with sweet fear all over my body when he did that to me.
“Tell me, and I will give it to you,” he whispered over my core, making his lips brush so slightly over it. He was teasing me. Making me go crazy. He was taking his revenge for breaking his self-control. He wanted to do the same thing to me. Break the barriers that were stopping me from telling him what I wanted him to do to me.
“Tell me,” he urged me when I pressed my lips on a thin line. My chest heaved, rising and falling with needs.
“You know what I want. Stop teasing me,” I said while moving my lips to have some friction, but the very next second, he pinned my waist to the bed with his masculine arms. I tried to touch myself with my hands, but he slapped them away before they could touch my core. My body shuddered under that weight.
“No cheating,” he teased me while showing his teeth. I bit my lower lip hard.
“I want to hear it from your mouth,” he said, refusing to do anything until I told him what I wanted him to do to me. I closed my eyes in frustration. I wanted him to fuck me with his mouth, but I just couldn’t bring those words into my mouth. My fingers clenched and unclenched. I just don't know what I should do.
“Tell me before I lose my patience,” he said darkly, threatening me that he would pull away and make all my hard work of seducing him go to waste. I know he was very capable of doing it. I can't ever let that happen. I was torn between my needs and the little bit of dignity left in me. I was so frustrated and beyond annoyed with the way he was making me say things I didn't want to. Once again, I felt like a hypocrite, but what should I do? Once I said those words, there was no going back. I was not with anyone all these years, and I wanted him so badly. My body screamed, telling me I had been waiting for this moment for so long. I just can't let go of it like that. I want him so bad. I wanted him, like the air I breathe, to stay alive. I couldn't take it anymore, and those words fell out of my mouth without any hesitation.
“Fuck me,” I said, breathless. I just couldn't help myself anymore.
“Fuck me with your tongue,” I said between heavy breaths.
“Fuck me with your fingers,” I said heavily, my face burning red.
“Fuck me with your mouth.” I managed to say all those dirty things while looking straight into his cold blue eyes. They glinted in with more darkness. I swallow how he so lightly bites his lower lip as if imagining all those things doing to me.
"Fuck,” I cursed with a loudly beating heart. He is going to be the death of me.
“Good girl,” he said, and he blew on my aching core, making it throb with needs even more. He never made eye contact with me. He is such a devil. My devil. Only made for me.
“Was it hard?” he said cunningly after making me say all those things without any shame. The smirk on the corner of his lip annoyed the hell out of me, but at the same time, it filled me with even more anticipation.
“If you don't do all those things to me in the very next second, I will kill you with my bare hands,” I threatened him in my heavy, needy voice. A dark chuckle left his mouth when I said that.
“Your wish is my command, my doll,” he said in his raspy voice, sending sweet chills down my spine. He darted his tongue out and gave a hard lick to my pulsating core.
“Fuck me! Erick'' I moaned loudly while taking his name. My eyes closed shut and my mouth opened wide when an electrifying sensation ran all over my body when he did that.
“I will, and very hard,” he said darkly. It took me a few seconds to know what he was saying. My face became even redder than a tomato.
“But first, I will fuck you with my tongue, then with my fingers, and then with my mouth,” he said cunningly, giving one more hard lick to my throbbing pussycat. His words filled me with shivers. Sweet fear ran all over my body.
God, this man is going to be the death of me.
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