Page 69 of Wicked Surrender

“Okay, maybe I did.” She cleared her throat.

Kissing a slow trail down her neck as I stood between her parted thighs, she sighed and hugged my head to her chest.

“Did you think about me all weekend?” I teased as I traced the edge of her bra, heading for the clasp.

“And I dreamed every night,” she admitted, as though it bothered her.

“Tell me.”

She shook her head, kissing me instead of speaking.

I unclasped her bra, sliding my hands over her perfect tits, so full and high. Dusky pink nipples jutted out, begging for my kiss, and I lowered my mouth to sample them one at a time. Her chest heaved with more frantic breaths as I sucked, nipped, and licked.

“I dreamed…” She gasped when I tugged her toward the edge of the table. One hand on each of her ass cheeks, I pulled her until her pussy was flush against my erection already tenting up under my shorts.

“Of me,” I teased, finishing for her.

She nodded, staring at me as I urged her to lie back on the table.

“I dreamed about you, too,” I admitted. “I fantasized about you.”

She swallowed, watching me as I dragged her skirt and panties off. “And… jerked off to it?” she asked quietly.

I shook my head, sitting in one of the chairs as she reclined on her elbows, sprawled out on this table, watching me.

“No,” I growled.

Like the sick fuck I was, I wanted to save it all for her, letting myself get closer and closer to needing to explode so I could give it to her.

Pushing her thighs apart with one hand on each leg, I stared into her eyes as I lowered my mouth to her pink pussy. The scent of her arousal was already messing with me, making me damn near drool for her.

Her breath hitched as her mouth hung open. Then as I touched my lips to her, she sagged her head back and sighed.

“I didn’t touch myself,” I told her as I brought my fingers toward her juicy cunt. Slipping them in and out, stretching her and teasing her slick flesh, I pressed kisses around her clit. “I thought about doing this all weekend, just to remind you that you’re mine.”

She nodded, raising her head so she’d face me.

“I wanted the real thing, Laura.” I rubbed my fingers up and down her opening, brushing one fingertip near her asshole. The second I caressed the rim, she stiffened and jerked upright.

Hmm.

“I’ve never…” She furrowed her brow at me, still watching me, but tenser.

“No?” I brought my fingers back up to her cunt, taking my time to lick and suck at her while pumping my fingers into her. I was curious how far she’d gone before since she claimed to have little experience.

“No. But…” She inhaled a sharp breath as I closed my lips over her clit and tugged lightly. “Oh, fuck.”

“You ever have a man taste you here?” I taunted, ramping up the speed of my fingers and mouth. My dick strained in my pants, tenting up and aching to be released.

“I…”

I sucked harder, making her pant. Breathing that much harder and faster, she made the generous globes of her tits bounce more.

“Tell me,” I taunted.

“He tried,” she said, cringing. “I don’t… I want…”

I hummed as she tried to ride my face, pushing her pussy toward my mouth.

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