Page 114 of Mexico Can Choke On It
I tug once on the belt. “Stop or go, Pip?”
Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip. “Still waiting to see if your bark has any bite, Moneybags.”
There she is.
I secure the belt to the wall sconce next to the chair. Watch her arms pull taut and her spine curve. Her breasts rise beautifully against the lace, nipples stiff and waiting.
I hook my thumbs into her panties and yank. The sound of the fabric tearing is almost as satisfying as her gasp.
“These are mine now,” I tell her, shoving the torn lace into my robe pocket.
“Well, youdidpay for them.”
The corner of my mouth twitches. “You’re dangerously close to getting gagged.”
“Fine,” she says, eyes dropping pointedly. “As long as I get to choose what I choke on.”
God help me.
I drop to my knees. One swipe of my tongue, and her hips launch upward with such force, she knocks me flat on my ass.
“What the fuck—” I laugh as I catch myself on the floor. “Are you trying to break my nose?”
“How many times do I have to say it? Don’t sneak up on a girl like that. Give her some warning, will ya?”
“Spread,” I say. No room for negotiation.
She stares me down like a warrior while her knees fall open, eager and seductive, baring all of her to me.
My pulse pounds behind my eyes.
I grab her ass and drag her to the edge of the seat. She’s drenched and defiant, trying to take the lead. But she’s going to lose. And I’m going to make sure she savors every moment of her defeat. Because Iwant to ruin her for every other man, make her hear my voice when she touches herself. I want to be the reason no other man can ever satisfy her.
I need to be the one.
I drag my mouth along the inside of her thigh, slow enough to make her curse under her breath. She angles her greedy little thing toward me, a silent plea.
I dive in, my tongue claiming every slick inch like I’ll never get another chance.
Her core writhes like she’s trying to escape, but I’m not letting her go. I want every last drop she has to give me.
Her moans turn breathless. “Fuck! I can’t—I can’t—oh my God…”
“You only say one name in this room. Mine. Say it.”
She chokes out a ragged, “Bryce.”
She’s pure music. Every moan, every hitch in her breath, she’s a goddamn symphony I’m memorizing note by note.
She tenses, and I can feel her second release coming.
The strangled sound she makes is something between a sob and a scream. “Don’t stop. I’m right there. Please—just—”
With a growl, I suck hard while gliding two fingers inside her, curling them until she gasps. I keep pumping until her body tightens, and the sighs she makes are so erotic I want to bottle them.
She shatters.
Her release floods over my tongue, her whole body convulsing, clenching around my fingers as she tries to pull me deeper.
