Page 40 of Love Me Not

I leaned down, pushing my face between her legs and placing a kiss on her clothed cunt, watching her body arch in response.

Gently, I pulled her underwear to the side, flattening my tongue and running it up the length of her folds.I wanted to tease her, take my time, but we were on borrowed time, forced to hide our dirty little secret.

She still tastes fucking delicious.

The moment her sweetness hit my taste buds, I lost all control.My lips fastened around her clit, sucking in long intervals before spearing her with my tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her hands flying to my hair and pulling me closer to where she wanted me.

I obliged and flattened my tongue again, eating her out like she deserved.She was truly an angel, and I was nothing but her servant, ready to give her anything she wanted.I might have had her calling me sir, but she was always the one calling the shots.She just might not have realized it yet.

Her control was a leash wrapped so tightly around my neck, it was threatening to cut off my air supply, but I was grateful for it.Grateful for a chance to even just touch her.

I fucked her with my mouth like it was the last time.Because it had to be.

We couldn’t do this.We both knew it.We just needed to take the edge off.That’s all it was.But then why did my hand slip inside my own pants?Why were my fingers circling my clit before pushing inside?Why was I fucking myself to her moans?

“Lux, Lux,Lux.”

Her chanting my name was like music to my ears.It catapulted me further.It had me moving up her body, forgetting about my own orgasm to chase hers.

My lips claimed hers, my wet fingers moving from my cunt to hers, joining our wetness.So sinful, but goddamn it, we melded together so well.

I pumped my fingers into her, curling them, and pulling an orgasm out of her within seconds.Then I pulled away to take a good look at my masterpiece.

Her hair was fanned out all over my desk, her lips open in a breathy moan, her skin flushed.Her sweater was pushed all the way up, her skirt around her waist.My eyes traveled down to see where we were joined.

“Fuck, you’d take my strap so good,” I groaned and fit another finger inside her.

“I want it,” she moaned.“Give it to me.”

“If you’re good to me,” I murmured, immediately cursing myself for making her a promise I couldn’t keep.“You’ll be good and come again for me, won’t you?”

“Yes!”

Her cunt squeezed around me, giving me a preview of what was to come.

“You’re so responsive,” I praised.“You were made to get fucked by me.”

“My body belongs to you.All of it.I’ll do whatever you want.”

It was dangerously easy to fall back into the people we had been back at the club.So easy to get lost in how perfect she was for me.

I’d forgotten this was to be our only time together.I should have fought off the orgasm.Should have tried to keep her needy and begging for longer to satiate this insane hunger I had for her.

But I didn’t.I did everything in my power to make her come.My thumb was at her clit, my fingers curling inside her.I worked her cunt in every way I knew to make her come even harder than she had that night.

She arched her back, her eyes closing and her mouth opening wide as she came around my fingers, moaning my name in a way that had my cunt pulsing.

So perfect.Why did she have to be my niece’s nanny?Why couldn’t I have met her again under different circumstances?

When she came down from her orgasm, she sat up, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me flush against her.I had no time to move my hand.Her hips jerked against me, telling me the greedy little thing wanted me to fuck her again.

I kissed her back with unrestrained passion, pouring every single fiber of my need for her into it.

I need to get it out.I need to get over her.

Her hands traveled down my body before they made it to my pants.

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