Page 90 of Final Temptation
“Good girl.” He knelt in front of me, kissing and nibbling his way up my inner thigh, “These gotta go.” His fingers hooked under my panties, tearing them off before I had the chance to even think about taking them off myself.
“Guess I won’t be needing those.” I nodded toward the ripped fabric he stuffed into his back pocket.
His lips lifted with a smirk before his head disappeared between my legs. Wasting no time at all, his tongue shot out, licking up my arousal in one long swipe.
“Oh my God, Myles. Your mouth,” I moaned.
He returned my cry with a groan of his own, the sound vibrating against my pussy, only causing me to soak myself even more.
“You have such a pretty pussy, baby. My favorite fucking taste.” His words only turned me on more.
Reaching out for his light brown locks, I filled the space between my fingers with his hair, tugging him closer to me. He continued to lap me up, one lick and stroke of his tongue at a time. My hips bucked freely, chasing the orgasm I knew was right around the corner.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” My chants only grew louder, the closer he got.
He lifted his mouth off my core, replacing it with his fingers, toying with my clit just long enough to scold me for being too loud. “Control that sweet little mouth of yours, Soph.”
Myles had a way of fucking me into another universe. It didn’t matter where we were; when his hands were on me, it was just him and me, and nothing else mattered.
“I’m trying so hard, but you just feel so good.” My hips grinded against his fingers. “I have no idea how I’m going to be quiet once you stick your cock inside me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.” His eyes didn’t leave mine when he ripped my panties out of his pocket, and said, “Open up.” Because it was impossible to deny him of any demand, I opened my mouth, just like I had with my legs only moments ago.
“A fucking knock-out, that’s what you are, Soph. Sitting in front of me with your legs stretched open,dripping wet and begging for my cock, your panties stuffed in your mouth, making your eyes water. You are a delectable fucking sight to see.” Myles stood up, dusting off his knees.
His eyes turned dark, and with me unable to say anything, all I could do was think. All that ran through my mind was how badly I needed him inside me, how I’d beg him for his cock if I could speak through the panties stuffing my mouth shut.
“You look like you want to say something, baby.” He inched closer, his fingers plunging back into my warm heat when the opposite hand wrapped around my neck. The roughness of his calloused skin only turned me on more.
“Please,” I tried to say, the sound only muffled by my panties.
“You need more?” His eyes narrowed, a switch flipping inside him like he was ready to take this to the next level.
I nodded my head.
He bent over and grabbed a hand towel from the rack of cleaning supplies with the hand that wasn’t currently buried in my pussy. After setting aside the towel, he unbuttoned the cuff of his sleeve and began rolling it up, looking me in the eyes. “I know how you like to make a mess, so it’s a good thing we’re in a cleaning closet. Think you can squirt for me again, Princess?” My eyes went wide. I’d only ever experienced that when we were in Vegas. This wasn’t a regular thing for me, and to be honest, I was embarrassed about it before, but seeing how much he wanted it only spiked my arousal.
He'd been the only man who could take me to that level. Myles could do anything to my body that he wanted. Permission fucking granted.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He winked, only plunging hisfingers in deeper, his thumb brushing my clit each time he pulled in and out of me.
I’d been so close this entire time, ready to explode, so it was no surprise I could feel my orgasm creeping up my spine once again.
Myles kept his fingers inside me, filling me with each digit, moving them back and forth, pulsing on my G-spot and sending my nerves into a tailspin.
“Oh, fuck.” My voice was silenced.
“I can feel how close you are. Come on my hand, baby. Show me how good I make you feel,” he groaned as his hand found a place around my neck.
With one hand lost between my legs, the other around my neck, his eyes glaring darkly into mine, I secretly wished there was a mirror in here for me to see just how hot this image looked.
There was no stopping the wave of pleasure ripping through me. With every pulse of his fingers, my arousal soaked the table, drenched my inner thighs, and dripped from his hand as he pulled it out of me.
“Good fucking girl, Soph.” Leaving no mess behind, he cleaned his fingers of me, dragging his tongue along each one, licking up, and enjoying every ounce of my cum.
My chest rose with every deep breath I took in and out of my nose.
“I’m not done with you yet. My cock is fucking aching to be inside you.” Since I couldn’t speak, my legs only spread wider, inviting him in.
