Page 63 of Tempting Kat
“What the fuck?” she gasps, trying to force my mouth back where she needs it.
“Not yet,” I growl against her flesh. “I want to make this last.”
Her thighs quiver as I tease her entrance with my tongue, deliberately avoiding her clit. I can feel her desperation building, her hips trying to angle toward where she needs my mouth the most.
“Please,” she whimpers, a sound I've never heard from her before. “I was so close.”
I smirk against her pussy, loving the way she begs. “I know, baby. And you'll get there. I promise.”
I slide my fingers back inside her, curling them just right while I resume licking her clit with feather-light strokes. Not enough to get her there, but enough to drive her fucking crazy.
“You're such a fucking tease,” she pants, her body trembling above me.
“And you're fucking delicious,” I respond, before sucking her clit hard between my lips.
She cries out, her whole body jerking. I feel her walls fluttering around my fingers as she starts to come, but I don't let her ride it out. I ease back again, keeping her right on the edge.
“Conrad!” she snarls, yanking my hair so hard tears spring to my eyes. “Let me fucking come!”
I laugh against her pussy; the vibrations making her moan despite her anger. “Soon. I want you desperate for it.”
I return to my task with renewed focus, thrusting my fingers deeper while I lick and suck at her clit. This time when I feel her getting close, I don't stop. I drive her right over the edge, feeling her come hard against my face as she screams my name.
Before she can recover, I grip her ass with both hands and hold her firmly against my mouth, not letting up as I continue to devour her through her orgasm.
“Oh god, oh fuck, it's too much,” she gasps, trying to pull away, but I hold her tight.
“Take it,” I command against her flesh. “Take another one.”
Her thighs are shaking uncontrollably now as I work her toward a second orgasm. Her hands are braced on the headboard, her head hanging between her shoulders as she pants and moans.
“I can't, I can't,” she whimpers, even as her hips continue to rock against my face.
“You can,” I growl.
I wrap my arms around her thighs, locking her in place as she writhes against my mouth. Her pussy is dripping wet, coating my chin, my lips, my fucking tongue. I could drink her for days and never get enough.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her clit, flicking it mercilessly with my tongue. “I want to feel you come again. And again. And again.”
“I can't—oh fuck—I can't take it,” she gasps, her body trembling violently as I suck her clit between my lips.
But I know she can. I can feel how her body responds, how her hips keep grinding down even as she protests. She's made for this—for pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
I slide two fingers back inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her scream. Her walls clench around me, fluttering as another orgasm builds. She's so fucking responsive, so goddamn perfect.
“That's it,” I murmur against her slick flesh. “Give me another one. Let me feel that tight pussy coming on my fingers.”
“Conrad—fuck—I'm gonna—” Her words dissolve into a high-pitched wail as she shatters again, her thighs clamping around my head so hard I can barely breathe.
I don't let up. I keep working her through it, my tongue relentless on her oversensitive clit, my fingers pumping steadily inside her. Her juices are running down my wrist now, soaking the sheets beneath us.
“No more,” she whimpers, trying to pull away. “I can't—it's too much?—”
I tighten my grip on her thighs. “One more,” I demand, my voice rough with my own need. “You can take one more for me.”
She's shaking her head, her whole body trembling, but I can feel how her pussy clenches around my fingers when I say that. She wants this—needs it—even as it overwhelms her.
I redouble my efforts, sucking her clit while curling my fingers inside her. Her back arches, a string of curses falling from her lips as I push her toward the edge again.
