Page 167 of Untamed

“Then ask me nicely,” I murmur, voice like smoke. “Come on, baby. Use that sweet mouth. Say it.”

She whimpers, back arching.

“Ares…”

I pause, hovering just above where she wants me, letting my breath fan over her skin. “Yes?”

“I want— She stops, swallowed by her own need.

I grip her hips harder, enough to make her gasp. “You wantwhat, Jordyn?”

She locks eyes with me. No more pretending. No more holding back.

“I want your mouth on me. I want you to eat my pussy.Please.”

My smile is all teeth.

“Brava,ciccina.”

And then I give her exactly what she asked for. Her cry is instant, a raw, primal sound that she buries in the pillow, just as I predicted. I slide my hands beneath her, cupping her ass and lifting her to my mouth like a feast. Her taste is intoxicating, a sweet nectar that I can't get enough of. I lick and suck, tracing every fold and crevice, learning what makes her squirm and what makes her scream.

Her body is a live wire, trembling and sparking with every touch. I build her up, higher and higher, only to back off just as she's about to fall over the edge. She sobs in frustration, hands grasping at my hair, trying to pull me back. I chuckle against her, the vibrations making her hips jerk.

“Patience, bambina,” I murmur, looking up at her from between her legs. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wild. She looks fucking gorgeous. “We’ve got all night.”

I slide a finger inside her, crooking it just so, and she comes undone. Her orgasm rips through her, leaving her gasping and limp. But I'm not done yet. Not even close. I coax her back up again, using my fingers and tongue, until she's a writhing, begging mess.

“Ares,” she gasps, “I can’t… It’s too much...”

I pause, looking up at her. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask quietly. She bites her lip, shaking her head vigorously. A wicked grin spreads across my face. “Then hold on tight, baby. Because I'm not done with you, yet.”

Her body tenses, her muscles clenching around me. She’s close, so close. But I don't want her to come just yet. I want to draw this out, make her scream until her voice is hoarse. I pull back slightly, blowing cool air onto her heated flesh. She whimpers in protest, trying to pull me back.

“Not yet, baby,” I murmur against her thigh. She lifts her head, looking down at me with glazed eyes.

“Ares... please...” she whimpers. “I need it. I need to come. Make me come.”

Fuck. Her words send a jolt of heat straight to my cock, which is already so fucking hard it’s throbbing against the fabric of my jeans. I can feel the pre-cum leaking, soaking through the material, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. But I’ll be damned if I let her come before I’ve had my fill of her.

“Shh, ciccina,” I growl, my voice dark and commanding. “You need to be quiet. You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you? You don’t want them to know what a filthy little slut you are for me, begging for my cock like this.”

Her breath hitches, her eyes widening as she looks down at me, her cheeks flushed with shame and desire. But I can see the way her cunt clenches at my words, the way her hips jerk forward, desperate for friction. Did I just discover a degradation kink? Christ, she’s so fucking wet, so fucking ready, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to bury myself inside her right now.

“That’s it,” I purr, my lips curling into a wicked grin as I trail my fingers up and through her slick folds. “You like that, don’t you? You like being called a slut. You like knowing that I can make you come with just my words.”

She moans, a low, guttural sound that sends another wave of heat through me. Her hands are gripping the sheets, her knuckles white with the effort of holding herself back. But I can see the way her body is trembling, the way her cunt is pulsing, begging for release.

“Please,” she whimpers again, her voice breaking. “Please, Ares. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You can,” I growl, “You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you? You’ll be a good little slut and do as you’re told.”

She nods frantically, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as I slide a finger inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat clench around me. Fuck, she’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect. I can feel her walls fluttering around my finger, her body begging for more.

“Yes, bambina,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire as I curl my finger inside her, pressing against that sweet spot that makes her scream. “You’re such a good girl, taking my finger like this. But it’s not enough, is it, bambina? You want my cock.”

She moans again, louder this time, her hips bucking against my hand as I add a second finger, stretching her, filling her. Her pussy is so fucking wet, so fucking hot, and I can feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly.

“Come for me, ciccina,” I command, my voice dark and demanding. “Fuck my fingers and make yourself come.”

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