Page 93 of Torched Spades
The only way to answer him is to use the only sense he hasn’t claimed.Touch.So, snaking my hand between us, I cup his balls. That one impulsive move detonates a bomb inside him. Releasing my hair, Johnny cradles my face, pinning it against the chair before driving back in my mouth so viciously, I wonder if this was his plan all along….
To kill me with my own desire.
My breasts bounce as he thrusts into my mouth, my lust so out of control that I slide my free hand between my legs and rub furiously at the drenched lace.
“That’s right; rub that pussy,” he hisses. “Make it beg for me.”
My release is right there. I see the frayed edges and am reaching for it when Johnny throws his head back and lets out a primal growl as hot spurts of cum fill my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, but it’s not enough to feed the depravity that’s consumed him. Pulling out of my mouth, he fists his still hard cock and pumps rope after rope of hot cum all over my breasts.
When it’s over, he staggers backward and sags against my desk. I say nothing, both of us watching as a trail of cum drips off my nipple and onto my stomach.
I’ve never felt so used and wanted in my life.
Even worse, I know now it’s all I’ll ever crave.
Silence wages a war between us as Johnny folds his arms across his chest and nods at my waist. “Pull up your skirt.”
“Why?” I whisper hoarsely.
“Because I said so.”
Again, I don’t question his demand. Holding his hooded gaze, I drag the hem of my skirt up my legs until his eyes land on the white lace underneath.
Jerking my far right desk drawer wide open, he plucks a pair of scissors from inside and hands them to me. “Cut them off.”
“Johnny…”
“Cut your panties or I’ll cut them for you.”
The darkness in his tone sends a shiver down my spine and a surge of arousal between my legs. Scowling, I take the scissors, cutting horizontally across the lace crotch.
“Now drape one leg over each armrest and spread your pussy. Show me how wet you are, Becca.”
My cheeks burn as I do as he says, using both hands to open my body to him.
“More.”
I crinkle my forehead in confusion just as that wicked smile returns. “Stick your finger in your cunt and show me what sucking my dick did to you, Becca.”
Oh, God…
Sliding my finger between my folds, I sink it deep inside my pussy, whimpering at the loss as I slowly draw it back out.
“Mine,” he murmurs roughly, capturing my wrist and taking my finger into his mouth. When he swirls his tongue around the tip and sucks, my eyes roll back in my head, but when he sinks his teeth into my skin, I nearly come undone.
“Mmmm, delicious. Do you need to come, Becca?”
“Yes…” I beg, closing my eyes.
“Then touch yourself. Show me how you made yourself come on those virginal white sheets every Tuesday night while screaming my name.”
My eyes snap open, mind spinning with a question I’ll never voice.
How can he possibly know all that?
His stare hardens. “That wasn’t a request.”
Lowering my finger, I circle my clit, my overstimulated body jerking as I moan.
