Page 91 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
“Put your mouth on me.”
“You mean lick your pussy until you come?”
I nod violently. “Pleeeease.”
Instantly, he shoves my legs wider and drags his tongue through my folds like he’s finally sampling the part of me he craves most and he’s not going to stop until I give up my resistance and surrender to pleasure.
At the feel of his hot breath and burning tongue, I cry out and buck up. He grabs my hips and holds me where he wants me, then lashes my most sensitive flesh again and again.
My cheeks go hot. My heart roars. My need gathers and climbs. I fist the comforter, trying to resist surrendering so fast, but Ransom isn’t having it. He toys with me, controlling my body until I’m clawing and begging.
It isn’t long before I am.
“Oh, my… Please,” I pant, raking my hands into his thick hair and trying desperately to tug at his scalp—anything to be nearer to him. “Yes! So close…”
Then he stops, instead kissing his way up to my belly until he rests his chin on my mound. His black eyes all but inhale me. “I know.”
Of course he does. He’s taunting me, giving me a smug smile while he flicks the pad of his thumb over my clit so slowly I can’t possibly come…but I can absolutely suffer.
“Ransom…”
“Begging won’t sway me, baby girl. You teased me.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I whine.
“Yes, you did. I told you to expect payback.” He pauses his insufferably unhurried caress to lick me again, long and with a moan, like I’m the sweetest candy he’s ever had on his tongue.
“But…” I bite back the rest of my protest. I have no defense.
“But what? I love you like this. Flushed cheeks, writhing hips. You spread yourself wide open for me, and I didn’t even have to ask. And that pussy is so, so wet, just waiting for me to fuck you.”
“I am. I want you. I’m ready. Now. Please.”
“What’s your rush?” he asks before he glides his tongue over my distended nubbin again, nudges it with his nose as he inhales my scent, then resumes with his thumb and a wrenchingly slow, slow stroke.
Without thought, I mewl, spreading myself open even wider, arching my stabbing nipples as I plead for more. “Ransom!”
“We have all night, baby girl.”
Not if he burns me alive first. I’m so agonizingly close to the kind of orgasm I’ve never felt. It’s epic, like something from a book, almost too fantastical to believe.
“And the first time you come for me, you’re going to do it on my cock.”
My pulse jumps. “Yes.”
“You’re going to do it more than once.”
The ache between my legs tightens. “Yes.”
“And I’m going to be looking into your eyes as you fall apart for me.”
At his words, I gush. “Yes!”
I want to watch pleasure ripple through him, too, and know I’m making him feel good. I want to look into his soul and see the love I feel reflected back at me.
I want to know unequivocally that I’m his—and he’s mine.
There’s a clock on the nightstand, and he glances at it, licks me one last time, then shimmies his way up my body, pausing to nip at my hip bone, then to tongue his way up my stomach, and finally to suck in the tingling, tender tips of my breasts again before he closes his mouth over mine, plunging deep.
