Page 51 of Final Temptation
“Soph, if you keep rubbing your pussy over me like that, it’s not going to be a pretty sight in this pool.”
“I-I’m sorry,” she stuttered. “You’re fucking with myhead and I’m so…horny.” Her hips moved over me with one more greedy, torturous stroke, before I stopped her.
“Be a good girl and tell me what you need from me, Princess,” I whispered in her ear.
“Fuck, Myles. I need to get off. I don’t care that we are in the pool, help me get what I need,” she begged. I looked around the pool, taking in our surroundings before committing my next move.
I reveled in the fact that she wanted it just as badly as I wanted to give it to her.
“One rule,” I demanded.
“Huh?” she said with a needy breath.
“Don’t kiss me. I want you to look me in the eyes when I make you come on my fingers.”
I didn’t wait for her response. Instead, I slid her bikini bottoms out of the way and stuck my middle finger right into her cunt.
“Myles,” she gasped, looking me in the eyes, following my directions like a good girl. I dreamed of seeing her pussy up close. I wanted to shift my eyes down and watch as my finger plunged deeper into her wet center. But the look on her face, the ecstasy rushing through her veins, and the lust in her eyes, it was a look I could get drunk on. It was worth keeping my eyes on her and saving the sight of her pussy for later.
“Fuck, you’re so tight around my finger, baby.” I could feel how wet she was for me, even in the water.
“More, Myles. I need more,” she panted.
I plunged another finger into her pussy, giving her clit extra attention with my thumb. “How’s that feel, Princess?”
“Oh my God.” Her perfect lips parted, slipping out a moan. “So. Good.” Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, bracing herself with each drive of my fingers.
I knew the water would make it slightly difficult when it came to feeling the full effect, so I flicked my thumb over her clit at a quicker pace, more rapid with each pass. Her fingers came up to the nape of my neck, tugging on my hair as she tried her best to stay quiet and keep her composure.
She was coming apart stitch by stitch with each movement from my fingers. Her forehead rested against mine, keeping her eyes open and boring into mine.
“Let yourself go, Soph. Come on my fingers.” I kept my digits still inside her, switching up my technique to make her go wild. My fingers moved up and down, curved just right to hit her G-spot, making her hands grip my hair even tighter.
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question. I could tell with the way her body was reacting to mine, I was hitting her in the right spot.
She nodded her head against mine, a little whimper escaping her mouth.
“Does the possibility of someone watching us right now get you off?” I smirked. Getting Sophie off in public sure as shit turned me on. If anyone could see what we were up to, they’d see she wasmine.
“You know what they s-say…” she stuttered when I applied more pressure to her clit, “what happens in Vegas?—”
“Definitely does not stay in Vegas, baby. If you think this is a one-time thing, or this is only how I act when I’m away from home, I guess you can consider me a bad influence.”
“Oh, fuck, Myles. Whatever you’re doing to me, just keep doing it.” She inched closer, whispering into my ear. Her body hugged mine, making it impossible to see what Iwas doing between her legs right now. Pink stained her cheeks, and her pussy gripped my fingers tighter.
I could feel how close she was.
“I can feel the death grip you have on my fingers, Princess. Let go. Come for me.” The tighter she squeezed, the more our surroundings felt light years away. It was just her and me in this pool. Everyone around us was in their own drunken daze, but I was drunk onher.
Her forehead came back to mine, looking me in the eyes, just as I asked her to.
“I’m about to come, Myles. I’m right there,” she moaned under her breath.
“Fuck, Soph. You’re so sexy. Keep your eyes on me, baby,” I demanded, watching her eyes become heavy in the frenzy of her orgasm.
“I…can’t.” Her mouth crashed against mine, taking my tattooed lip between her teeth as she muffled her moans into my mouth. The sting of her bite was erotic. I could taste the metallic flavor of my blood, but fuck, did it turn me on that she used me to silence the scream that dared to escape from her.
I gripped her hip as she moved over my fingers, riding out the last of her orgasm.
