Page 36 of Pleasure Payback

I removed my hands from his ass, dropped them to my side, long enough for a wave of uncertainty to shimmer in his eyes. I wanted him to taste the possibility that I might walk away from him, leave us both high and dry.

When his face began to tighten, I nudged him away until he braced onto his elbows and knees, then reached down and slowly dragged up the hem of my cocktail dress. Feverish eyes dropped to follow the movement, his breathing growing erratic as my French lace knickers were exposed.

The hand cupping my breasts clenched for one unguarded second. ‘Fuck.’

Involuntarily, he squeezed my nipples again. My back arched and another bolt of heat shot to my pussy. God, I was going to climax long before Damian got anywhere near the centre of my need. Striving for control, I drew out the moment, dragged my panties down my legs and kicked them off.

He watched me with hooded eyes that burned with the promise of insane pleasure.

I took hold of one hand and slowly pried it off my breast. Drawing it down, I kissed his knuckle, then slowly drew his middle digits into my mouth. Eyes locked with his, I flicked my tongue over his fingers, smiling when his breath hissed out.

For a minute, I toyed with him, then sucked him deep into my mouth.

‘Jesus,’ he groaned.

When he was near panting, I let his fingers pop free. Then inch by inch I drew his hand down my body until it rested against my bare pussy.

‘You want to know how long it’s been? Feel for yourself.’

Damian boldly cupped my heat. ‘Fuck, Neve, you’re soaking wet,’ he rasped in a ragged voice.

One thick knuckle grazed my clit and I cried out as electricity forked through my body. He repeated the action, over and over until my hips fell into a desperate, eager rhythm.

God, I was going to disgrace myself by climaxing just from Damian rubbing my pussy. How utterly humiliating would that be? I forced my body to stop twitching in an effort to make this last.

As if sensing the challenge, Damian grazed me one last time, then flipped his hand and parted my folds in a brazen V.

Fingers wet from my mouth and my own slickness pinched my clit. My hands flew to his shoulders and dug in as waves of pleasure rolled over me.

‘Oh, God!’

He swooped down, tasting my pleasure with a hot and hard kiss while he intermittently tweaked my nipple. A whimper surged from my throat.

‘You like that?’ he growled against my mouth.

‘Yes,’ I replied breathlessly.

With a harshly drawn breath, he caught the corner of my lip between his teeth, bit down lightly as he plunged his fingers inside me.

My cry of pleasure was unfettered, the clench of my pussy urgent and shameless.

‘Bloody hell, Neve. You’re so fucking tight,’ he groaned. ‘So damn glorious.’

He withdrew, then fed his fingers back into me, biting me again, then licked the sting before moving back to watch the delicious havoc he was creating between my legs. Against my thigh, his cock grew thicker.

‘Just watching you fuck my fingers is going to blow my load. You know that?’ he slurred.

Blind need overtook me. ‘More. I want one more. Stretch me, Damian. Fill me up.’

I couldn’t stop the words tumbling from my lips any more than I could stop myself from racing towards the peak that promised pure bliss.

A wave of red washed over Damian’s cheekbones as he inserted another finger inside me. Pressure increased. Intensified. My fingers clawed at him, desperate for more connection. ‘Kiss me,’ I panted.

He fell on me like a starving predator, his tongue mimicking what his fingers were doing to me.

Sensation grew too much. My fingers dug into his skin and he groaned.

‘Yes, darling,’ he muttered hotly against my mouth. ‘Come for me. Let me feel you drench my fingers. I want to taste it so badly.’ Tense hunger filled his voice, echoing mine.

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