Page 10 of Wicked Ends
“Oh, I know, beautiful, believe me. Still, it doesn’t mean you don’t want to. I know you want to, and since I enjoy being right, let’s check.” I lowered my hand to the loose, boxy office skirt she had on. The woman hardly seemed to have any clothes in her size; everything was either too small or too big. She smelled of secrets. That was fine by me. I had my own. She was free to keep hers.
I inched her skirt up.
“Stop me if you don’t want me to get you off right here and now, birthday girl,” I warned when I found her panties.
I stroked my fingers over the front then slipped inside, and I was immediately coated in her arousal. She was dripping. How could she stand there and look so fucking innocent and beguiling with a cunt so hungry, it was drooling?
“Oh, beautiful, I’ve kept you waiting. I’m sorry.”
“I-I shouldn’t do this. It’s not me. I don’t do things like this,” she muttered.
I slid my fingers determinedly up and down her slit.
“Hmm, so you said. But you’re so good at it.” I leaned in and smelled her fucking hair, all while working her with my hand. I couldn’t help it. I’d first caught her scent in the back room and had been craving it ever since.
She gasped, rising incredibly quickly. This was a woman who hadn’t gotten off in a long, long time, and I decided right then and there that I was going to ruin her for all other men. Iwas going to take her places she’d never been. Because she was too good for this place. Because she was kind to me. Because touching her slippery cunt, between her soft, pillowy thighs, was the single greatest pleasure I’d felt in longer than I could remember.
I drew my hand from her pussy before she could come and tasted my fingers.
“Holy shit. Get on the bar, now.” My firm instruction left no room for argument.
“The bar?” she asked, confused.
I didn’t have time for her confusion. I needed my tongue buried between her legs now.
I bent and lifted her, holding her against my chest. I walked to the bar top and set her down. She squirmed, trying to tug her skirt down, and I tutted.
“Hands off. This…” I tugged her skirt up to expose the wet front of her panties. “Tonight, this is mine. And I get to do what I want with it.”
I pushed her back so she fell to her elbows, and with a swift rip, tore her panties from her.
She watched me through glazed eyes as I ran my gaze down her body and greedily eyed her cunt.
“I—you don’t have to—I know guys don’t like it,” she babbled.
“Oh, is that right? You know that, do you?” I teased and eased a finger down her slit.
She jolted, her knees threatening to snap shut, she was so sensitive.
“I’m serious—I know it’s gross,” she continued.
I pinched her clit. “Say that shit again, and I’ll put you across my knee and then make you come with my tongue in your ass, so you get that nothing about you, or this, is gross. None of it. Not a single part.”
Her mouth dropped open at my words, and I took the chance to press her panties inside. I gently cupped her jaw and closed her mouth around the snatch of lace.
“Now, hold fucking still and give me what I’ve been craving all night.”
And I leaned in and licked her. Keeping my hands on her knees to spread her wide, I feasted on her cunt.
Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, threatening to close in and push me out. I kept them wide, not letting her escape. She bucked against my face, her sweet cunt tasting like heaven with every swipe of my tongue. I could eat her for days, but I wanted to prove something to this woman, this unexpected find, and I needed to destroy her to do it. I wet a finger in my mouth and pressed it inside her as far as I could. Fucking hell, she was tight. Despite that, I managed to fit a second alongside the first, pumping them in a steady pace while I went to work on her clit.
“Fuck, you’re tight. You a virgin?”
She shook her head and bit her lip. “But it’s been—a while. Years.”
I grinned at her.As good as.
She groaned, a delicious sound, and propped herself up on her elbows.
