Page 32 of Midnight Dissonance

He knew the exact force to exert as he laved and teased her clit. Some were soft, just the barest hint that left her begging for more. Others were slow and sensual, like he had all the time in the world and planned to spend the day eating her pussy. As much as she had revolted the night of the singles night event, not even a planet-killing asteroid could make her move.

And then there were some that left her writhing with pleasure, tightly winding around her body until she felt like one of those spinning tops kid toys. The ones you wound up until you couldn’t wind it anymore and then released it, and it spun out of control. It’s what he was doing to her pussy. He kept pushing her, tightening the tension in her body. Until eventually she would unravel.

“Josh,” she whispered on a throaty moan.

The man and his talented tongue, which should be inducted into the hall of fame, appeared determined to make her come screaming his name.

He stirred two fingers at her entrance. She lifted her heavy gaze and stared down her body at his dark head between her thighs.

Lexi groaned at the sight. Dark lust etched itself on his features, turning his eyes as black as his hair. Her mouth rounded as he thrust both digits inside and latched his mouth around her swollen bud and suctioned hard.

Ecstasy built, tautly coiling in her belly. And as she watched him eat her out, she wondered, and not for the first time, why she had been so opposed to him at the singles night. Especially with pleasure of this magnitude in the offing. Who cared if they weren’t forever? Who cared if he was a player and simply wanted to add her to his body count?

He was different than she imagined.

She gripped his head, rocking her hips in time to the slow finger fucking. Little by little, he drove her out of her ever-loving mind with ecstasy. Until she was a gasping, moaning, pleading, writhing mess.

“Josh . . . please, Sir. I need to come,” she cried.

His eyes were black flames of desire. He pumped his fingers deep, bowing her back. And then bit down on her swollen clit.

The explosion was instantaneous.

Her hips bucked as waves of ecstasy crashed over her and dragged her down into blissful oblivion. When her body leveled out, she lifted her lids, certain he would give her his cock now.

Instead, he kept giving her pussy long, thorough kisses as if he was in no hurry to get to the main event.

“Josh. Please.”

He finally lifted his mouth. It was coated with her cream. “I’m not done with your pussy yet.”

“But—” She didn’t even know why she was protesting. Not when he was saying he planned to heap pleasure upon her body and continue eating her out until he had his fill.

He gripped her thighs and held her body steady. Steely determination rippled off him. “No.” He swiped his tongue through her crease. “You’re not directing this show. I’ve imagined eating this pussy for weeks now. And I won’t let you hurry this process. I will fuck you when I’m good and ready and not a moment before. Now just lay back and enjoy.”

Time lost all meaning. Josh kissed her pussy like he had all day. Like he had no intention of doing anything else. And all she could do was hang on for the ride. Her limbs were molten, so heavy she could barely lift them. Even the gentle breeze from the ceiling fan hit her skin and turned her on.

She had never had a man pay homage to her pussy this way. And she loved every decadent, depraved moment of it.

He brought her to her peak twice more before he rose onto his knees.

But then he picked her up and positioned her on all fours. His palm connected with her ass.

“Yeow! What the hell?”

He gripped her hair in one hand and leaned his mouth beside her ear. “This is your punishment for giving me pot last night. Now be a good girl and take it. And then I will fuck you.”

The flip from sensual lover to imperious Dom scrambled her brain. And had her pussy pulsing for what was to come. “Yes, Sir.”

She throatily moaned at the next brutal swat. He peppered her behind with smack after smack. Her butt burned with sizzling heat. But this punishment felt like a cleansing balm. Absolving her of her sins and allowing them to start over fresh in this new direction they found themselves in.

At the next fervent swat, she dropped her head on a groan.

“Fuck, you’re drenched, lass.”

He reached into the bedside table and grabbed a condom. She almost wished he would take her without it. But she knew the responsible thing to do was have him glove up. So she said nothing. Her body vibrated with need.

The head of his cock nudged her entrance. She expelled her breath in a rush.

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