Page 6 of Love Me Not

She licked her lips.

“Then…” I spread my legs.“Please, touch me.”

She let out a shaky breath, and her hands were suddenly at my ankles, slowly moving up, taking the dress along.

“How do you feel about titles, Angel?”

My head spun when she finally got the dress to my knees and laid an open-mouthed kiss on my kneecap.

“I’ll call you whatever you want if you keep calling methat.”I don’t know what it was about the pet name.Maybe it was the way she said it.Maybe it was because I finally felt like I was doing somethinggoodin my life.

All I knew was that I needed more of it.

“Sirwill do, Angel.”

“Sir,” I breathed out and spread my legs further for her.

“Pull your dress up for me, Angel.I don’t like my hands full during my meals.”

I picked it up from her and opened my mouth to say something in return, but I was cut off when her face was buried between my legs.

I wasn’t wearing underwear, and that was a fact I was now thrilled about.

Her right hand came around my ass, holding me in place, as the other grabbed my thigh and forced it to stay wide.

“Oh God,” I cried and tried to remain sitting, but I found myself falling to the soft bed, keeping the dress up as her tongue ravaged me.She started with deep, long licks before teasing my clit and going back and forth between it and my entrance.

When her teeth grazed the sensitive bundle of nerves, I all but lost it.

It seemed so unfair.There I was, getting my pussy eaten for a million fucking dollars.But a voice in my mind told me I deserved this.I deserved to win.For the hot woman to want me bad enough she’d get on their knees and all but beg to taste me.

It made me feel powerful.Important.Desired.

“Sir, please.Just like that.”

“You beg so sweetly,” she groaned and pulled away just to meet my gaze.Her thumb replaced her mouth and rubbed hard circles over my clit.

My body arched.

“Fucking perfect, Angel.Do you see how well you respond to me?”

Jesus.Her praise went straight to my head.

“I’ve never wanted to please anyone more.No one’s ever made me feel this way.”

It was true.It sounded so cliché and overdone, but if I was on the verge of coming with so little stimulation, I was almost worried about what the rest of the night held.

“Your smell is mouthwatering.Your sounds are majestic.And your fucking taste?It’s divine.”

I couldn’t breathe.Even her words were attacking me in such a way that they rendered me helpless against her.

“I want to taste,” I breathed.

“My perfect little angel,” she murmured.She kept her thumb on my clit, never slowing her pace, and then used her other hand to slowly push two fingers inside me.

Only then did I realize that she hadn’t even been inside me yet.

I expected her to just pump in and out a few times, but she was a woman on a mission.She set a pace that had my hips lifting, her thumb never stopping, and when she finally hooked her fingers?—

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