Page 76 of If You Dare

“Take off your clothes, baby.”

I peel the dress off and toss it at his head. He flings it off with a grin.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, hungry gaze roaming over every inch.

My eyes flutter shut. If there’s anything I’ve learned from the books I’ve been reading lately, it’s that I have a praise kink.

Or maybe I just have a Wes Novak kink.

He loses his patience then, wrapping an arm around the small of my back before he sits up and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I gasp and latch onto his hair. He pulls my nipple between his teeth while I tug on the unruly strands between my fingers.

His hand drifts to my other breast, squeezing and kneading. I’ve never wanted him more, my panties damp against the hard cock straining in his jeans.

His eyes bore into mine. “You have no fucking clue how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you to,” I gasp.

Wes dips his mouth back down to my other nipple and I whimper. I’m already soaked for him. I grind against his erection and he growls, sending shockwaves through my nipple and down to my toes. “That’s such a good fucking girl.”

He guides my hips with one hand up and down his hard length, the friction sending pleasure through my clit.

“What do you want?” he asks, breathless. “My mouth, my fingers, or my cock?”

“I didn’t realize I could only have one.”

He chuckles. “You can have whatever part of me you want.”

“In that case, I choose option D, all of the above.”

Without another word, he’s flat on his back, pulling me up his body by my hips. When my thighs are around his head, he guides me down.

“Relax,” he urges.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to. I’m half embarrassed, half terrified I’ll suffocate him.

But every worry is forgotten when he pulls my panties to the side and glides his tongue up my slit.

The cool, wet sensation splits me in two and I gasp, arching forward and bracing my hands on the wall.

He groans at my taste. “Fuck, Violet. You’re so sweet.”

I moan, liquid heat pooling low in my belly, knowing the flood he must be tasting between my legs.

His tongue laps at my clit, and I nearly lurch away from the sudden, overwhelming pleasure. But he drags me back down, forcing me to sit on his face.

A low growl from his throat, and I know exactly what he’s thinking before he even says it. “You’re not getting off my face until I tell you to.”

My heart is already pounding. “I won’t,” I breathe.

His tongue strokes me, again and again, the combined friction from my panties grinding against my clit making me squirm.

When his tongue penetrates me with an obscene sound, he shoves my panties further to the side and presses down on my clit with his thumb. I shudder, my thighs trembling around him.

He keeps thrusting his tongue inside me while his thumb presses down, harder and harder, circling my clit and making the pleasure mount mind-blowingly fast.

“Wes,” I pant.

Sensing my impending orgasm, he replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking my clit. I cry out, the pleasure making my mind spin. His finger finds my slick entrance and slides inside, pumping into me while his mouth works me.

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