Page 79 of My Turn Petal
“Now your ass is dirty just like you.” The satisfaction in his voice brings me more pleasure. “Every time you want me to attempt to enter you, snap a stick.”
I stare at the pile he left beside me.
Fuck, I love his games.
Putting our backpack on the ground beside us, he sifts through it, fishing out the bottle of water. He pours some on his hands and my ass. The cool liquid washes the burn a bit too, softly, he cleans the remnant of dirt with a cloth.
Grabbing my thighs, he hoists me in the air until my pussy lands against his tongue.
I whimper at the sudden surprise. My ass is still facing the skies.
I lean on my arms for support, my knees dig into his back, and I avert my gaze between the ground and Theo’s neck.
His face between my legs, sucking my clit hard.
“Mmm, so good. K-keep doing that.”
The image of his cock plagues my head as the throbbing between my thighs increases.
My eyes roll back as the blossoming sensation creates tides of liquid in my core.
“Oh yes… oh yes.”
He is eating me thoroughly and leading me to a rocketing orgasm.
My legs clamped around his head, strangling him to my center. “Ahh… yes… please!”
His pungent scent clouds my vision and the inner urge to come on his face claw at me to succumb. The sweet intoxication lasts a moment before he ceases the divine collaboration between his mouth and my body.
I quickly scour for a stick and snap it in half.
It’s the second time he denied me an orgasm.
Gently, he places my legs on the ground, “The more you give in to me the feral I get for you.” He grabs my throat, flipping me and pinning me in place. His breath fans my neck. A finger brushes my entrance and he softly slides himself inside.
I see heaven, white spots cover my vision. My body is caving but Theo is holding me in place, making sure I won’t tremble.
He taps a few times against my walls, flutters my need, and stops. “I attempted. Don’t get too excited, petal.” His gruff voice is bathing me as he squeezes my throat firmly.
“You’re evil.” I thrash against his hold but nothing. His body is a masculine work of art and I’m helpless beneath him.
“You’re not coming before you gag around my cock.” Lifting himself off the ground, he takes my hand with him and helps me stand.
I stare up at him, mustering my innocent expression.
I reach to take off his belt quickly, but instead of putting it aside, I fasten it around my neck and give him the leash.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous like this.” His expression shifts to something so primal, yet so smoldering.
I just stare at him for a few moments, probably blushing a bit while my clit pounds endlessly.
I kiss his lips softly, rolling my tongue against his a few times, and when I press my palm to his chest I can feel his heart racing.
Slowly, I glide down his Adam’s apple that bobs under my lips as I press delicate kisses and continue to pepper some more on his collarbone.
My fingernails dig under his shirt, scratching his abdomen and chest roughly.
“Ahh, fuck.” A sexy little moan slips out of his parted lips.
