Page 37 of Arrogant and Merciless

Her clit is swollen and rigid. She moans, calling my name when I trap it between my lips.

I don’t stop licking or sucking, and now she’s grinding against my mouth without shame.

“Just like that. Rub that pussy against my face, Taylor.”

I fuck her with one finger, thrusting lightly but determined to make her come this way. I want her completely undone, to feel her legs go weak with desire. I want to drive her into the same madness she’s causing me.

When I brush my teeth over her sweet spot, she moans, giving me her first orgasm, bucking and sinking against me, drenching my mouth and chin in her nectar.

I grab her ass cheeks, burying my face between her legs, needing to make her come again far more than I need to breathe.

Taylor trembles all over, and I don’t let up—my thumb pressing her clit, my finger plunging into her, nibbling the lips of her sex.

“I want to drink you again.”

I’ve always considered myself a generous lover who enjoys giving his partner pleasure, but my urge to satisfy her is taking me beyond that. Seeing her completely surrender to me is driving me insane.

From the way she shakes, I know she’s close to coming again. Desperate, maybe not knowing how to handle the sensations, she tries to pull away from my mouth.

“No. I want one more.”

Her sex is swollen, deep pink and sensitive, and when I replace my finger with my tongue inside her, Taylor rides it the way I want to see her ride my cock. She comes again, whimpering my name, no longer fleeing but yanking hard on my hair, demanding I feast on her.

I lap her up like a cat, leaving nothing behind, and though I’m still crazed with hunger and desire, I rise slowly, gather her in my arms, and head for the bed.

I lie down beside her, giving her a few seconds to recover. My mouth flirts with her nipples, grazing them lightly with my teeth, which is enough to make her arch in a perfect curve, offering herself to me.

“I think I’m gonna die . . .”

“No. You’ll come all night. Because I promised you—and because I’m not sure I can stop touching you. I warned you that once I had you naked in my bed, I couldn’t be held responsible for myself, Taylor. I’m going to devour you entirely.”

I increase the pressure of my mouth on her breast, thumbing the other nipple. Her whole body shudders under my hands and tongue. I’ve never encountered a woman more sexually responsive than my redhead.

“I want to go down on you again, but I’m dying to fuck you. It’s the biggest damn dilemma I’ve ever faced.”

“I want to feel you inside me.”

Fuck!

I leave the bed and head to the closet for a strip of condoms. I only have one in my wallet, and I’m sure that won’t be nearly enough.

“Spread your legs for me,” I command from the side of the bed.

She looks at me with flushed cheeks, but this girl is naturally enticing. Even though I’m certain she’s embarrassed, she slowly parts her thighs.

I kneel between them and notice she’s watching closely while I roll the condom onto my cock, her white teeth clamping on her lower lip.

I lean forward without touching her, just enough to lick her nipples.

Each time her body shivers from a caress, I move inexorably deeper into her orbit, into the seductive universe of my red-haired siren.

As her moans grow louder, I know exactly what I want: the next time she comes, it’ll be with me buried in her sex.

I grab a pillow and place it under her ass.

Taylor looks at me, submissive and sweet, the total opposite of her usual sassy, combative self. She wants to be guided, and what I see in her eyes drives me absolutely wild. Desire, but also trust.

“I’m crazy for you, and I don’t want to hurt you. We can go as slow as you need. This time, you set the pace.”

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