Page 28 of Submission

“About you.” I caress her cheek before leaning down and kissing her deeply.

As always, her eyes flutter shut as she obediently opens her mouth, allowing me to force my tongue inside and taste the bitter coffee that’s still fresh on her tongue.

My cock hardens almost instantly when she fists her hand in my shirt, trying to pull herself closer to me. My blood heats up from her submissive reaction whenever I put my hands on her. She may snarl and swipe at me during the day, but when I touch her, it’s as if her body already knows that it belongs to me. When I pull away, I wonder when kissing her became so addicting.

I can see her trying to clear her head, and she glares at me. “Stop it; I’ve got glass in my legs.”

“Does it sting?”

“A little.”

“Let me fix that.”

With my forehand, I sweep any remaining bits of glass on one of the velvet sofas and place her down on it.

“What are you doing?”

“Pain reliever.”

“I thought you were going to have Lars handle it?”

“He can’t handle this part.”

I kneel on the floor before her, sliding her skirt high to her hips.

“Your knees,” she comments, concerned that I may cut them.

“I don’t care about that. I only care about this.”

I slide the crotch of her panties to the side, bury my head between her legs, and inwardly groan at the hypnotic scent of her pussy.

It feels like a lifetime since I’ve tasted her.

“Hunter,” she moans, then mews as I taste the delicious bud between her folds.

I slide her hips forward and gently place each leg on my shoulders so I can make her forget about the last fifteen minutes. Then I thrust my tongue inside of her as her head falls back in bliss.

“Yes, Hunter," she approves.

I continue working her pussy with my tongue as I feel her orgasm wind inside of her. She squeezes my head like a vise with her thighs, but it only makes my dick harder.

She tastes sweeter than I could have imagined. A honeyed sweetness, heady and thick, as if a field were flowering in my mouth.

Her hands grip my biceps, and her nails dig into my skin. I continue thrusting my tongue inside her cunt, and she cries out, pulling me deeper inside of her.

I stop for a moment and raise my head so I can look into her eyes. “I love you,” I tell her with sincerity.

She smiles in response, then wraps her legs around my waist in an effort to pull me closer. "Come here, Mr. Middleton."

Our kiss is slow and gentle until I end it. Sliding back down to my position, but this time with both of my hands wrapped around each of her breasts. We both moan as I squeeze her nipples and slide my tongue back inside her wet pussy.

She starts to move her hips in time with my tongue, and I'm still holding onto her tits as her entire body becomes rigid with desire.

“Oh, god!” she cries out as her orgasm comes swift and hard and does exactly what I hoped it would. It replaces a horrible memory of what happened to her in this booth with a much better one.

“That was fantastic.” She smiles.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

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