Page 62 of If You Dare

“I told you not to speak.” The words come out on a low growl that makes my thighs shake.

“So punish me.”

His jaw clenches, and he yanks my panties down to my ankles. His fingers dig into my ass where I know he’ll leave his imprint, and he yanks me toward him. “Be fucking careful.”

But then his tongue glides up my slit, and I get exactly the punishment I was hoping for. I don’t bother holding back the gasp of pleasure, knowing that Wes can do whatever he wants to me and I’ll want it too.

Pleasure mounts in my limbs when his tongue stops on my clit and swirls there.Holy shit.Wes Novak has his tongue between my legs, and it’s a thousand times better than my wildest fantasies.

His hands slide up from my ass to my breasts, squeezing them roughly in his calloused hands. The scrape of his palms over my nipples sends my eyes rolling.

“Oh my god,” I gasp.

He doesn’t stop to bark another order at me. His tongue continues circling my clit until he latches onto it, sucking it into his mouth.

Pleasure like I’ve never felt before spears through my center. Almost in a way that’s too overwhelming, too much. But Wes doesn’t care, even as I involuntarily pull away from him, my ass hitting the shelf behind me. He simply follows me, not letting me get away from him.

His tongue dips back down, gliding up me again before plunging inside me. He thrusts his tongue in and out, eliciting pathetic whimpers from my lips. The sound of his tongue working through my wetness is obscene. So loud, it seems to echo in the silent room.

“Mmm,” he murmurs. “You taste so fucking good.”

“You feel so fucking good.”

I swear I can feel him smile between my thighs. “You won’t be thinking that in a minute.”

Panic rushes through me, but I’m quickly distracted by Wes’s mouth returning to my clit. He sucks while one of his hands drops between my thighs, a finger slowly sliding in.

“Agh!” I cry out, the stretch intense and foreign.

Is this what he meant? Is this the punishment? Except when he curls his finger, the stretch quickly turns to a new sort of pleasure. Deeper and multiplying the satisfaction his mouth drives through my clit.

“That’s it, little flower,” he mutters. “Come on my finger.” It’s more threat than promise. Then he adds, “If you dare.”

I freeze, but he keeps going at me, and even though I fight against it, try not to give him what he wants, the pleasure mounts from my toes to my head. Climbing and climbing until it reaches that inevitable crest. The tipping point I know I won’t come back from, where I can’t stop the orgasm, even if I wanted to.

As if he can sense it coming, Wes pumps his finger inside me faster while his mouth sucks on my clit harder. I fall over the edge, crying out the whole way down.

Down to the pits of hell, where Wes has dragged me with him.

No. Where I dragged him.

Wes continues thrusting his finger inside me and working my clit through the throes of my orgasm. Until I’m whimpering and shaking, unable to take any more.

His mouth and finger gentle, coming back down with me. The reality of what just happened washes over me.

I just had my first orgasm with a man. WithWes Novak.

Oh mygod.

He slides his finger out, making me gasp, and picks up his mask before he straightens. He settles it back on his face and looms over me. Despite what he’s just done to me, his stance is menacing.

“Open your mouth.” I do as he instructs, and he slides his finger into my mouth. The finger he just had inside me. “Now suck.”

I don’t want to, but I follow his order, the taste of my own arousal on my tongue.

He snatches his finger from my mouth before bracing both hands on my shoulders. “On your knees.”

Wes doesn’t give me a chance to comply. His hands force me to the floor, the thin carpet scraping against my bare skin.

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