Page 122 of Tempted By Poison

He grips my hip to lock me in place. “Fuck, I need you to tell me now, Anita. Please. Please let me taste you.”

My heart gallops away, awakening a side of me that I’ve always enjoyed in the bedroom. Seeing this man on his knees forme, practically pleading to give me pleasure. Damn. I tilt my head with a sweet smirk. “Are you begging?”

He nods. “Yes.”

My mouth dries. “Do it again.”

His eyes gleam a bright flame as he looks back at me like a man desperate for a taste of me. “Can I please taste you?”

My heart knocks again, a short, shuddering breath spills past my lips. “Will you be a good boy for me and follow directions?” I ask, threading my fingers through his hair and gripping it to position his head to the front of my pelvis.

I catch his jaws clenching in addition to his nails now squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise. I gasp, but the sensation of my arousal becomes greater, more urgent for his lips to be right where he wants.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” I jerk his head back, and his hungry gaze is full on me, yearning, desperate as ever.

“So, fucking bad. Just let me...” He lowers his lips to my cunt.

I jerk his head back, and he glares furiously at me. “Uh, uh darling. Patience.” I keep my leg braced on his shoulder as I dip my finger into my drenched pussy, sure to insert my finger into my hole. I close my eyes and moan softly because I’m tempted to fuck myself right in front of him. Then again...

My heart beats faster, and I don't stop myself. My finger dips in and out of my entrance, my arousal coating it, the slippery goo of my pussy so warm and sweet. I add another finger, bending my hooked knee on his shoulder to pull him closer. That only provokes him, I can feel the desperation in his breathing, the self-control vanishing from him as he growls in agony on his knees.

But I enjoy seeing him this way. It's something about the fact that he can be so rough and aggressive at one moment, then, at the next, he's bowing in front of me with an invisible leash on his neck.

My hips move, the back of my hand hitting his lips, and I whimper in satisfaction, shuddering out a breathy pant. I open my eyes and glance back at him. He's staring at my thrusting fingers while I fuck myself slowly. “Do you want a little taste?”

He nods with flared nostrils, his mustache tickling against my hand and thigh.

“Use your words, darling.” I smile at him, innocence in my expression.

He kisses my knuckles, his pupils dilating. He groans. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Please.”

I shiver again with a magnitude of tingles and slide my fingers from my opening. “Open up for me.” He does. His lips part, and his stare carves into my skull, as if him becoming submissive turns him on. I lower them to his mouth, and he does not waste any time. He sucks and licks on my fingers like a crazed man grasping for any taste of me.

My head tilts in awe. Ronan is never the man to follow anyone's rules, only his alone. For him to do this with me fuels my blood into a burning passion. “You follow directions so well. I think you deserve a gift for that.”

He pauses and looks back at me with hope, awaiting my next commands. I slowly glide my fingers from his warm mouth. “You can taste me.”

With one movement, he stands and circles his arm around my waist and steps to the dinner table. He blows the candle out, and the wine and dishes are pushed to the edge of the table; he places me down with urgency—I need to hold on to the sides of the table to keep myself upright.

I breathe faster and in a blur he's back on his knees, my dress bunched to my waist, my legs spread even wider with his large hands cupping under my thighs. Then his mouth is on the treasure.

“Oh fuck.” I gasp, my eyes spreading, surprised by the sensation that flutters in my stomach. I use the muscles in my stomach to stay in the position, so my legs are bent at his will and my shoulders raised to my ears.

He draws away from kissing my dripping flower. His darkened stare back on me. “Tell me how you want it, little snake. I’m at your service.”

Oh fuck, that is so sexy. I lick over my lips. “Use your tongue and lick over my clit. Slowly.”

He follows, extending his tongue and flicks it gently over my swollen nub. I gasp at the tingly spark and jerk back, but he sinks his fingers deeper into my thigh to hold me in place. Ronan does it again, moving his tongue wickedly over my sensitive spot, going at the slow pace that I said for him to.

“Yes, baby.” I have never called him baby, but now I will. He deserves that title and many others with the way he makes my body ignite, like I'm hanging over a cloud of euphoria, and he's the reason for all my pleasure.

Desire courses through me, tightening at the base of my belly as he ravishes my pussy like I’m a specialty dessert.

He makes a guttural groan while his lips closes in on my bud and kisses over it, his eyes closed like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. My body becomes weaker, and I moan louder into the air.

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