Page 176 of Unconditionally Yours
My hands grip her thighs, spread her wider. I press my thumb hard to her clit and drag my tongue over her again, rougher now, lips and teeth working in rhythm until she starts to squirm.
She whines through the gag. It’s high-pitched, muffled, but frantic. She’s already close. Of course she is. She’s been aching for this since she walked into my office and made therapy feel like a threat. She tries to lift her hips.
I slam them back down. “Stay still.”
I flatten my tongue and give her everything. Over and over. Relentless. Precise. I suck her clit until her legs start shaking, then push two fingers deep inside her, slow and punishing.
Her hands claw at the desk.
That’s right. I want her gasping through that fucking gag, drooling, dripping.
I curl my fingers and keep sucking her, faster now, no mercy. She writhes, trying to hold on. Her moan’s almost a scream behind the silicone.
“Don’t come yet,” I growl against her.
She shakes, trying to hold it back.
Fuck, she’s beautiful like this. All lace and desperation and the promise of obedience she’s going to break the second I stop controlling her.
I flick my tongue against her clit in brutal rhythm. Her thighs close in around my head. I let them. Let her try to smother me. If she’s going to fall apart, she’s going to do it on my tongue.
Her breath goes ragged. Her moans come faster, body shaking hard, then she locks up like she can’t take one more second. Her orgasm hits like a fucking car crash.
She moans into the gag, body jerking so hard I have to pin her down. I don’t stop. Not yet. I want every drop, every twitch, every aftershock.
I keep licking.
She thrashes. Tears prick the corners of her eyes as she rides it out, overwhelmed, overstimulated, soaking my face.
Then she tries to squirm away.
“Don’t run from it,” I say, voice low and cruel. “You wanted this.”
I suck her clit again, hard.
She tries to pull away from the pleasure. She can’t. I’ve got her. And I’m not fucking done.
“Not yet,” I growl.
Her body goes limp under my mouth. She’s a mess. My mess.
I finally pull back, breath heavy, cock hard enough to ache as I stand and grab her by the collar. “We’re not done,” I say.
I yank her upright, chest to chest, and kiss her beside the gag. She moans, weak and trembling, eyes glossy and dazed.
Then I spin her around and shove her down over the desk.
The impact knocks the wind out of her.
I hike up her dress and press my cock against her bare, slick cunt.
“You still want to be mine?” I growl against her neck.
She nods frantically, moaning behind the gag, hips already pushing back into me.
I grip her hips, line up, and slam into her with no warning.
She screams. Thank God for the gag. Full-body jerk. Fuck, she’s tight, hot, soaked. I have to grit my teeth not to come right then.
