Page 76 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

She let out a little giggle that burrowed right into my chest. “That’s a weird thing to say when you’re not looking at my face.”

“Yeah, I’m not talking about your face, Cordelia,” I grinned and dragged my eyes up, “I’m talking about that sweet little cunt, already twitching and getting wet for me. So fucking needy.”

“Vic-”

“Shut that pretty mouth of yours.” Her lips snapped close at my command and her eyes widened. “You’re right. It’s not a Q and A. You don’t talk unless I tell you to.”

Her nostrils flared but she nodded.

I slipped my hands down her perfect, smooth legs and leveraged them over the handlebars of the treadmill. She let out a small whimper, her hands clamping around the console, but that was the only sound from her as I spread her wide open for me.

“I’m starting to think you’re so desperate to come on my face, you’ll do just about anything I say.”

She bit her lower lip, watching, waiting.

“Close your eyes,” I said, just to see if she would.

She blinked once, twice, and on the third blink, her eyes stayed shut.

I wrapped her hair around my fist and yanked her head back. The sharp pull wrangled a cry from her lips that turned into a soft moan when I claimed her throat with my mouth. I’d neverget enough of the taste of her skin, as sugary as her mouth. “I bet your pussy tastes just as sweet as the rest of you.”

One of her hands found my neck, wrapping around the back of it - and pushing down.

“Nice try,” I chuckled and plucked her hand off me, planting it back on the machine, “needy little things don’t get to make demands. They take what they get.”

Before she had the chance to react with a disapproving brow wrinkle, I tugged her hair back again - and at the same time, let my other hand slide up her thigh until I could part her with my thumb. Fuck, she was hot and wet. And I languished in every muscle twitch as I traced slow curves from her entrance to her clit and back again. Cordelia squirmed, letting out an unintelligible garble of half-formed words. She was blinking rapidly against the ceiling.

“Didn’t I tell you to close your eyes?”

“Hffn-” She squeezed her eyes shut, pushing her hips against my hand, seeking more friction than I was giving her.

“Do you touch yourself while thinking about me?”

She nodded.

“Tell me.” I flicked my thumb against her clit.

“Yes,” she squeaked.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I think about you when I use my vibrator.”

Vibrator. The word echoed through my brain. Cordelia didn’t just fuck her own fingers while thinking about me - she had a vibrator somewhere up in that bedroom, and she plunged it between her legs, imagining it was me instead.

“Look at me,” I said, and waited for her glassy gaze to find me, “there’s no turning back after this. You let me get a taste, and that’s it. I’m not going to walk away. Not ever.”

“Good,” she whispered, “I want you to stay.”

With that, I sank my head between her legs. I kissed my way up the insides of her thighs first, used my lips, my tongue and my teeth to test her reactions. Until finally, I gave in to the intoxicating scent of her pussy, and sank my tongue into her.

“Oh fuck,” she cried.

Oh fuck, was right. Her taste dissolved on my tongue even sweeter than I could have imagined - and there was no way in hell I’d ever give this up.

His tongue was insideof me. Literally. Inside. My. Body.

It was strange and perfect and overwhelming. And my nerves were buzzing. And my bones were vibrating. And- and- oh god.

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