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“Stop,” I command. She stills immediately. “Good girl. Now, spread your legs wider, and move your arms to the side.”
She does as she’s told, and I lay my stomach on top of hers, shuffling back until my cunt is millimetres from her mouth.
“Fuck,” she moans. “Please can I taste you?”
“No,” I say and lean down to lick her swollen clit. I draw quick flicks over her until her hips buck and she moans, twitching and gasping.
“Red, fuck, please,” she whines.
I smile against her pussy, inching my body back until my wet hole is touching her mouth. Her body tenses underneath me.
I rock up and down, dragging my soaking cunt over her closed mouth. I can hear her ragged breathing in and out through her nose.
It’s agony having what she wants and not being able to take it. I pull off her clit trying not to smile. She wants me so bad, but I won’t let her until I’m good and ready.
“Did you have something to say?” I purr. I tilt my hips so that my pussy comes off her mouth. I can hear the slide of her tongue over her lips licking up every drop of my excitement off her mouth.
“FUCK, please, please…” she begs.
“Please what, Octavia. Use your words.”
“Please let me touch you. Let me make you come…”
“Hmm,” I say. “You have been a very good girl. You can take your reward.”
Her mouth lowers to my pussy, and I slide my tongue over hers. She’s feral against me. Having been denied the orgasm and denied my pussy, her tongue now swipes this way and that, licking and lapping like she wants to drown in the taste of me.
It’s making it increasingly difficult to keep fucking her. My pussy throbs. Deep carnal waves of pleasure pulsing out from my clit.
My core is electric as wave after wave of bliss wash over me. She sucks my pussy, draws long strokes of her tongue from clit to hole as she drags her nails down my skin, making me break out in shivery pleasure.
Together we moan, each of us riding the other’s face, our tongues sliding between folds, our hips bucking. Her hands grip my ass, pulling me down harder on her mouth. She raises her hand and gives my cheek a soft slap.
“Fuck,” I cry out, lurching off her pussy as my clit responds to her slap.
She sinks her nails into my ass cheeks, and it hurts just enough it sends another bolt of pleasure to my clit. But I’m not going to come before I give her another orgasm.
I bend to her clit again, taking her hard nub in my mouth. I hook a hand around her thigh and slide two fingers inside her.
Her mouth slips off my pussy as she tenses under me. “Shit, I’m going to—” she tightens and comes immediately, her body shivering under me.
I crane over my shoulder to look at Octavia. She nudges me off her body, then suddenly she’s lifting me up and setting me back on the armchair. She looks up at me from between my knees, the stare from her crimson eyes so intense I can barely breathe. She slides her fingers through mine and whispers words full of promise.
“You might not be mine, but this time, I’m not letting you go either…”
I replay her words, wondering what she means, and then her tongue glides up my thigh and to my entrance and nothing else seems to matter after that.
Chapter25
OCTAVIA
Ilunge for Verity’s pussy. I slide my hands along her thighs and yank her arse to the edge of the chair. Then I push her legs wide. She might have taken control when she was pleasuring me, but it’s my turn now and her cunt is mine.
I draw a lazy finger down her slit, her excitement coating me. I pull it away, making sure to look at her, hold her gaze as she sees the pleasure it gives me to suck her wetness off my finger. I pull my finger into my mouth, my eyes rolling shut as I draw her juices off and swallow them down.
“Fuck,” she hisses.
“There is nothing sexier than knowing I’ve made you wet.”
