Page 49 of False Start

I debate my choices internally. Sure, I want to fuck him…but I also wouldn't mind that handprint. Decision made, I roll onto my back and smile at him from under my eyelashes, daring him to punish me.

He smirks, then grabs me by the hips and yanks me to the edge of the bed. Once again, my stomach flips at his show of strength. From between my hips, he reaches around my back, sliding his fingers along the skin-tight leather until they brush against the top hook and zipper.

"There it is," he mutters to himself.

His hair tickles my neck as he bends down to lower the zipper, caressing each inch of exposed skin. Unzipped to my waist, he peels the clinging fabric from my arms, then beckons me to stand up so he can free my hips, thighs, and finally calves.

"Ooh!" I sigh, relieved to finally be free of the jumpsuit, as sexy as it was.

I even coordinated my underwear, wearing a silver g-string a friend from school got me as a gag gift and a matching strapless corset bra. I felt like a vixen as soon as I put it on.

Cory's frozen in front of me, his eyes locked on my chest.

"You've got the most amazing tits I've ever seen," he whispers reverently, and I arch my back in response.

He reaches out to touch them, but pulls back and shakes his head.

"I almost got too distracted to give you your punishment. For that, you gettwospanks."

He uses my shoulders to angle my body toward the bed, then guides me onto my hands so I'm bent at the waist. The chill of the fall night hits my naked skin and goosebumps cover my body.

He rubs my right cheek in small circles, warming it up, then delivers a quick, firm slap. My nipples tighten into stiff points even as my skin stings. He soothes the minor offense with more circular rubs before moving to the left cheek and repeating the treatment. I'm panting now, and there's definitely a wet spot in my panties.

"Now strip," he says again.

This time, I immediately shimmy out of my panties and kick them away. I unhook my corset bra as fast as possible from the awkward position. It too is flung who knows where in my room.

"That's much better. Good behavior earns you a reward."

He pushes me to sit on the bed, then further still until I'm lying all the way back with my knees spread.

"Fuck," he grunts, and it says everything. All the frustration and the desire and the lust. Even the lingering worry.

He kneels between my knees and brings his face level with my glistening sex. A hum of pleasure rumbles in his chest when I'm bare before him, and he leans in for a deep inhale of my essence. He's like a feral animal, driven crazy by my scent.

The first lick is slow, starting from the bottom, swirling over the top of my mound, then all the way back down again. My back bows with pleasure, even though he hasn't yet touched me where I'm most sensitive. And he won't. He loves to draw things out.

Next, he spreads my lips to expose my entrance, sinking his tongue deep inside me. But he still doesn't touch my clit. It's a good thing too, considering how close to cumming I already am.

Then he swirls his tongue around my clit languidly. It's not fast enough, and the pressure isn't strong enough. I can't help but huff in frustration. He chuckles but doesn't stop his ministrations. They keep me on the edge, wound tight like violin string. I'm almost desperate to cum now.

Finally—finally!—he increases the speed and pressure of his tongue against my clit, while sliding two fingers inside my wet heat. He keeps licking, curling his fingers into my g-spot and that does it. A leg-shaking, toe-curling, spine-tingling orgasm overtakes my body, strangling his poor fingers inside me. My voice is hoarse from my screams and I can't catch my breath.Goddamn, does this man have a mouth on him! I'd commit crimes for that mouth!

I gather all my strength to prop myself up on my elbows, then push up to sitting. Cory is still panting, his forehead resting against my inner thigh. That must have really taken it out of him.

I tug on his arm, trying to pull him up to the bed.

"Come on, babe. Get up here. It's your turn."

When he finally lifts his head, he looks sheepish and a little embarrassed.

"I," he scratches the back of his neck, not making eye contact. "I…I kinda alreadyhadmy turn."

He gestures to his lap and I see an unmistakable wet spot in the center of his pants.Holy shit.Did Cory actually cum from eating me out? I didn't know that happened. Not in real life, anyway.Am I, like, a superhero now?

He looks so miserable, and I nearly tackle him in a hug.

"That is so hot, Cory! Like seriously,wayhot. Please don't be embarrassed about what will go down as one of the best days of my pussy's life."

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