Page 73 of Taming You

I pull them down her legs, helping her step out of them before encouraging her to spread her legs for me, and she does. I grab her right foot and place my lips on her ankle, taking my time as I drag them up her leg and watch goosebumps erupt over her flesh. When I drag my lips across her hips, a whispered, “Oh, God,” escapes her.

I grin up at her. “Are you wet for me, Bug? When my fingers play with your pretty little cunt, will they find you weeping for me?”

“Yes.”

“Have I finally earned the right to taste and fuck you?”

“Yes, please, yes. Please, Matthew.”

I groan at her use of my full name. My fingers find her centre, and she’s fucking soaked. I push two fingers inside, and her pussy willingly accepts every inch of them. I crook them towards her G-spot, and she drops her head back as her hips buck.

“Fuck,” she moans.

“Do you like that, Zo? Do you like it when I finger-fuck this perfect pussy?”

“Yes,” she moans.

I pull my fingers out, and now she’s moaning, “No,” as her head comes forward and she looks at me. I stick my fingers in my mouth, making a show of how much I’m enjoying having her taste on my tongue.

“You taste like the perfect mix of heaven and sin, and I could die a happy man with your taste on my tongue.” I lean forward, looking up at her. “But now I’m going to taste you direct from the source.”

My tongue slowly tastes her, and the groan that leaves me is feral. She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. As my tongue works faster, her legs begin to quiver. I suck her clit into my mouth, and her hand finds my hair, holding it tight. I don’t mind the little bit of pain it causes; it only goes to show how much she’s enjoying my face between her legs.

My fingers join in, and she leans back, bracing herself on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t you fucking come, Zoey. Don’t you dare fucking come. When I finally get you to shatter, it will be with me balls deep inside you.”

She shakes her head, her grip on my hair tightening. “Matt, I need to come. I’m gonna come.”

I slow my fingers inside her. “Should I stop?”

“No, please no.” She’s panting as her hips buck, trying to get more from my fingers.

“Are you going to be my good girl and not come?”

She looks down at me with the most desperate look I’ve ever seen. “Matthew,” she whines. “I want to come. Ineedto come.”

I remove my fingers, and she whines as I suck them off and stand. I reach behind her and deftly undo her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Cupping her breasts, I run my thumbs over her hardened nipples. “You have the most perfect tits.”

She bites her bottom lip as she tips her head back and leans against the bed more. I lean down and wrap my lips around her nipple, using my tongue to flick over it before sucking on it.

“Ahhh, Matt.”

I grin against her skin before moving to her other nipple, doing the same. She’s perfectly on edge, her legs can barely hold her up anymore.

“On the bed,” I demand, and she quickly scrambles onto it. She watches as I slowly remove my shirt and then my jeans and boxer briefs, grabbing my wallet out of my pocket and retrieving one of the condoms I stashed in there. I hold eye contact with her as I rip it open and slowly roll it down my cock before climbing between her legs. I slowly kiss up her stomach and between her breasts until I’m hovering over her.

“Are you sure?” I ask, and she cups my face.

“Yes. Please, Matthew. Fuck me.”

Reaching between us, I grip my cock and run it between her folds before playing with her clit.

She grips my arm, her nails digging in. “I said fuck me.”

“With pleasure,” I groan as I push inside her. She’s fucking tight, and I dip my head between her neck and shoulder as I wait for her to adjust. “Breathe for me, baby.”

She nods, and I feel her breath against my shoulder. She relaxes, and I push in further.

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