Page 116 of Swallow Your Sorries

Wait…

What the fuck?

This is Gant fucking Auclair! Not some sweet person who-

“Mmm,” A moan tears from my throat, my back arching again as he rubs against me, the fabric of his shirt dragging across my sensitive clit that’s throbbing, aching for more stimulation.

Just when I start to copy his ministrations, he stops, breaking our contact altogether.

“What are you doing?” he asks wickedly. “You’re trying to cheat.”

“What?” I ask bewildered, my legs hooking around his waist as I try to draw him closer again, but he holds firm.

“Rule four, you can only come when I say so.”

I’m about to protest when he grabs the candle again, trailing the wax lower and stopping short of my slit. But he spreads it along my mound like he’s an artist, taking his sweet time as I continue to buck against him.

“I knew you’d be responsive. Just look at you, spread wide. Dripping.” He cocks his head, admiring his handiwork.

The cooled wax looks like dried cum.

“I can’t wait until it’s real. Until I have you soaked, just like you plan to soak me. No barriers.”

“Gant.” I don’t know why I whisper his name. I don’t know why I like his filthy talk.

“Do you want me to blast it on your cunt?” He asks, sliding down so his face hovers inches above my sex. He’s so close I can feel his warm breath on my swollen clit. “Or your face? Or do you want it dripping from that tight hole? Which one?”

“Please,”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he mutters. “I want to ruin you, make it all better, and then do it all over again until you can’t walk. But you’ll still beg me, won’t you? A pussy like this can take it.”

“Please…” I whimper again, damn near delirious.

Warm liquid squirts over me, but it isn’t mine. I sit up on my elbows in shock, watching a thick trail of spit stretch between Gant’s lips and mine. I should be revolted at the silvery thread that connects us until Gant licks his lips and breaks it. But the sensation of it running down my already-soaked slit and rolling slowly down the curve of my ass only excites me more.

“Please what?” he asks innocently as he straightens. “Touch you?”

I nod, my hair whipping against my back and shoulders from the force. I’d never been more sure about anything.

My fingers nest in his silky black hair as I bring his face so close that the tip of his nose bumps my clit and my eyes flutter shut.

He draws back. “I saidkeep your eyes open. Look at me.”

The snap in his voice causes them to fly open. That combined with the sight of his ethereal face cradled between my thighs, and the feel of his warm breath only makes me wetter.

I follow his orders, staring deep into his eyes.

“What is it you want from me Elle?” he asks, even as his lower lips brush my sex, making me shudder all over again.

“Touch me,” I say, licking my lips. “Please.”

A cruel smile splits his lips. “Just look at you. A wet, dripping wanton mess. All for me. All for the man you love to hate.”

“Please.”

“You’re so damn beautiful when you beg…so damn tempting,” he says and yet, he’s pulling away at the same time.

What the-

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