Page 17 of Brutal Union
I smack her clit lightly, and she arches away from me.“What do we say, when we want someone to eat out our pussy?”
“Please-” she muffles out a pout, through the panties in her mouth, her body shaking like she can’t wait for another second.
“Well since you asked so nicely,” I tease, my arms wrapping around her thighs, holding her open for me.
My tongue slides between her folds, and she moans, her body arching into me. I lick her slowly, savoring the taste of her as she squirms under my touch. I can feel her trying to pull away, but I hold her firmly in place, my tongue working her clit with precision.
"You taste so fucking good," I murmur against her, my breath hot on Nadia’s sensitive skin. She shivers under me, her thighs trembling in my grip. "But you’re still not being good. After you practically begged me to taste this sweet little cunt, you’re not going to be still and take it?"
Her hips buck involuntarily, a whimper escaping her lips as I drag my tongue up her slit again in slow teasing strokes. The salt-sweet tang of her arousal coats my mouth, and I groan against her, savoring every drop.
"Sho—" she gasps around her panties, drooling from the corner of her lips."Please?—"
"Please what?" I pull back just enough to watch her squirm, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention, but I keep my focus lower, tracing lazy circles around her clit with my thumb. "Use your words."
She lets out a muffled whine, "I need?—"
"Need?" I raise an eyebrow, pressing down harder with my thumb, just enough to make her jerk. "You don’t get what you need. You get what I give you."
Her breath hitches as I lean back in, sealing my lips over her clit and sucking gently. Her entire body tenses, a choked moan tearing from her throat as pleasure ripples through her. I can feel her legs shaking, trying to clamp around my head, but I tighten my grip on her thighs, keeping her spread wide open for me.
"None of that," I growl against her flesh before flicking my tongue over her clit in quick, sharp strokes. Her back arches off the couch, as she lets out a broken cry.
I don’t let up. Not when she whimpers my name like a prayer. Not when her hips start rocking against my mouth, chasing her release. I know exactly how to play her body—when to ease off just enough to make her beg, when to push her right to the edge before pulling her back.
And right now? She’s close.
I slide two fingers inside her without warning, curling them just right as my tongue keeps working her clit. Her walls clamp down around me instantly, wet and tight, and she lets out a high-pitched moan that goes straight to my cock.
"Fuck—Sho—I can’t?—"
"You can," I murmur against her, thrusting my fingers deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "You will."
Her breathing is ragged now, her body taut like a bowstring. I can feel the tension coiling in her belly, the way her muscles flutter around my fingers. One more stroke—one more suck—and she’ll shatter.
So I stop.
Her eyes fly open, dazed and desperate. "No—no, no, please?—"
“I am going to need to get you a better gag. You keep talking.” I smirk up at her, withdrawing my fingers slowly, watching her clench around nothing.
She lets out a frustrated sob, writhing beneath me. "You’re cruel."
I pull away, standing up and looking down at her. Her eyes are pleading, but I can see the fire in them, the defiance that fights to submit to me. “You want more?” I ask, my voice dark and teasing.
She narrows her eyes at me and I can’t help but laugh. “If you didn’t have an attitude I would just give it to you, but since you want to be a brat.” I say, my hand trailing down her body to tease her entrance. “Beg for it.”
“Sho-” she snaps.
I click my tongue, dipping my pointer finger inside her to the knuckle. “That doesn’t sound like begging.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please,” she manages to mumble, the word muffled but clear enough.
“Please what?” I ask, my fingers sliding inside her, feeling how wet she is for me.
“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice desperate. Her mouth is a mess as she fights not to disobey and spit the panties out.
I pull my fingers out, smirking as I rub her arousal over my pulsing member. “Since you asked so nicely,” I say, lining myself up with her entrance.
