Page 16 of The Contract

My back arches when he thrusts a finger inside me, pumping in and out.

“She’s singing for me, Trouble.”

The sound of my slick arousal joins the chorus of my panting.

His mouth is back on my clit, sucking me until I moan out loudly.

“That’s it. You sing for me too, baby.”

Another finger joins the first, curling into me.

The pace is perfect.

The pressure is–fuck.

His tongue is relentless.

Coaxing my orgasm with his “come hither” motion, I hold my legs open wide for him. My hips roll with the movements of his mouth until my nails are digging into my skin.

My hand flies to his head, threading into his hair as I come.

My clit throbs.

My hips buck.

My legs twitch.

And he doesn’t stop.

“Give me another one, beautiful.”

He demands another orgasm.

I imagine most of the world bends to his will, and my pleasure is apparently no different.

“Not yet,”

But my hand in his hair holds him, a willing prisoner against me.

“It’s too?—”

“I want you.” He cuts me off adding a third finger, and spots form on the edges of my vision.

“You’re going to give me everything tonight.”

He sucks my clit again, swirling his tongue.

“You’ll be such a good girl for me—all night.”

He nips at my clit as his other hand pinches my nipple, and another orgasm crashes through me.

I’m locked in place.

The only thing I can do is grip the pillows on each side of me and hope they keep me fixed to the earth.

Crying out my release to the ceiling above me.

No sooner than it ebbs away does he pull me up by my wrist and turn me.

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