Page 152 of Before Dawn

If he kept talking to me like that, I was gonna cum right now all over his fingers.

“Talk to me,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “Use your words,amor.”

“Y-Yes,” I stammered. “F-For you.”

Without another word, he twisted my panties in his hand and ripped it.

“Mikkel,” I panted, my eyes wide with surprise.

“Tu coño está tan mojado,74” he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“I don’t even want to know what that means,” I breathed, shivering with anticipation.

“Your pussy is so wet,” he whispered. “That’s what it means.”

With his other hand, he freed my breasts from the dress, taking my nipple into his mouth. As he rubbed between my lips, feeling the wetness there, he moaned again and nipped lightly at my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Please.”

I moved my hand to his crotch, which felt too big to even comprehend, and wait, was that a piercing?

Did he have a fucking Jacob’s ladder?

Mikkel groaned momentarily as I started rubbing his crotch, looking for the zipper to free it.

“Next time.” He swatted my hand. “It’s your night,mi amor.”

I couldn’t even muster the words to argue with him. I conceded, and he continued moving his finger over and around my pussy and rubbed his thumb over my clit, making me shudder.

“So fucking warm,” he whispered into my ear, and I whimpered against his mouth. “So fucking tight.”

“Mikkel,” I squealed, as he inserted two fingers inside of me.

I rocked against his fingers, a third slipping in as I trembled, holding back to savor the moment.

“Cum for me,” he whispered, and that was it. All restraint I had was gone and there I was, falling onto him, a shaking, wet mess. “Cum for me, baby.”

Thinking he was done, he pulled his fingers from my pussy and tasted it. “About to be my favorite flavor.”

“I n-need a minute.” My breathing faltered, and I was shocked out of my mind. “That was…I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

“Your ex is pathetic,” Mikkel spat, his voice low. “With pussy that addicting and a personality that great, I’d never let you leave my bed.”

I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. He was always like this—so sure, so bold—and no matter how much I tried to brush it off, his words always hit me deep.

“Never letting me leave your bed, huh?”

His eyes locked on mine, and I could feel the heat building between us. It was magnetic, the kind of tension that stole your breath without warning.

“Exactamente.75” His voice was deeper now, more dangerous. My heart started to race when his hand slid around my waist, pulling me just close enough for his breath to tickle my lips. “I can’t imagine howgood your pussy will grip my cock, especially after the way it gripped my fingers,” he whispered, eyes never leaving mine.

I swallowed hard and subsequently cleared my throat. “Mikkel,” I managed to say.

He gave me that smirk—the one that always made my stomach flip. “I suppose that’s how you’ll say or rather, scream my name,” he murmured, and before I could even think of a response, his lips brushed against mine.

It was soft at first, a tease, but the impact hit me like a wave. When he pulled back, his fingers were still tracing lazy circles against my skin, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I felt like I was starving, and only he could satisfy my hunger.

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