Page 61 of Always Knew It Was You

“Good.” I grin wickedly, as I admit to her, “I’m going to torture you now, Carly. Put you through sheer misery. I’m going to make you cry and feel like you’re on the brink of insanity. I’m going to edge you until every part of your skin feels like an exposed nerve. I’ll take you to the peak and force you back and take you there again. And until you say that word, I’m not going to stop. Understood?”

Her pants get faster, her chest rising and falling desperately. She nods frantically. The rise and fall of her chest brings my attention to her nipples, puckered against the fabric.

That looks like a great place to start.

I can’t fucking wait.

I lower my head and let the tip of my tongue just barely graze the point pushing against the fabric. She gasps, shoulders shaking as she drives upward but then I pull back and meet her gaze again.

“If you move…” I say, spanking her ever so slightly on her pussy. It’s a pat more than anything, not even enough to sting but the gasp she lets out is explosive, hinting as to how much she loved that.

I lift the skirt of her dress, revealing her silky panties, soaked in the middle, with a hint of a protrusion at the top.

“Oh, baby.” The groan rips out of my chest. “You have the prettiest pussy in the world.”

I almost lose control of my breathing then. Even covered with panties, it’s a thing of beauty so seductive it beckons me.

I fight to look away but I can’t.

“It tastes even better,” she whispers in a breathy voice. Her legs open wider in invitation, her thighs trembling with the strength of her desire. Shit, she knows just what buttons to push.

She knows how much I crave her taste.

And God knows I want to take her up on the offer. I want to bury my face into her pussy and drink in her honey until I can no longer think straight or even breathe.

But then I don’t want this to end so quickly.

The point of this is to teach her a lesson, before giving her sublime pleasure.

“You were supposed to do something today,” I tell her, shifting back into position. I stare hard at her nipples. They seems to respond to my gaze, growing even more engorged. “Something you promised me you could do. And yet you failed.”

“I was–” Her breathing pauses as I lift a finger, skimming over the top. She bites out a moan, but she manages to resist pushing her breast into my touch this time. “I was trying to help.”

“Did you think I needed help?” I continue smoothly, circling over her nipple, watching the agony scatter her breathing patterns and make her toes curl. “Did I look like I needed protection?”

It takes a while for her to answer, for her brain to work.

“No,” she finally manages in a strained voice.

“No?” I meet her eyes, telling her what I want. “Who are you talking to right now?”

She seems to get it almost immediately. Swallowing with her flushed face, and hazy eyes, she says, “No, sir.”

Oh fuck, that almost made me come right there.

I want her to say it again, and then I want to come on her face, on her skin, on her tongue.

I want her to come all over me too.

“Good girl.” I lean down and replace the finger with my tongue, savoring her broken cry as I trace circles around her nipple. I add a little more pressure as I go along, wanting to reward her and myself for good behavior. And then finally, I draw the point in between my teeth and roll it.

At the same time, I slide my hands over her panties, rubbing around her clit, feeling my cock ache with need as she mewls for me.

“Please!” The plea burst out of her lips. My mind splinters and my cock aches from hearing it. “Please.”

I force myself to laugh even though I want to beg too. I’m dying to give her release. My cock is a rod of pain aching for her sweet warmth.

But I’m going to torture the both of us some more before we get to the end.

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