Page 5 of Bewitched By the Mountain Man
"Don't move," I command.
She freezes, her hands clutching the edge of the table. Good. Obedience looks fucking perfect on her.
I step between her legs, forcing them apart with my hips, and trail my fingers inward, teasing the edge of her lace panties. Heat radiates from her pussy, and I can feel how wet she is for me already.
"Spread your legs wider," I order, my eyes locking onto hers through the slits of my mask. "Show me what's mine tonight."
Her knees part hesitantly, making my cock twitch painfully against my zipper.
"Fuck, look at you," I rasp, hooking my fingers into the fabric of her panties and yanking them down her legs in one tug.
I sink to my knees between her legs, my hands sliding up her thighs. Her skin is warm under my palms, the muscle beneath trembling. She’s trying to stay still, but she doesn’t know what I’m about to do to her.
“Hold still,” I say right against the crease of her thigh. Then I blow a soft breath across her pussy, and she shudders hard, a broken whimper escaping her lips.
I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another, closer this time. My hands tighten, spreading her wider, opening her fully to me.
I look up, just to see her masked face. Eyes glazed, lips parted, hands gripping the edges of the table.
Leaning in, I drag my tongue slowly through her pussy, savoring her. Her hips jerk off the table, a strangled gasp tearing from her throat.
I pin her with one hand to keep her steady. “I said hold still.”
She tries. I can feel the tension in her thighs as she fights the urge to move and chase the pressure. But I’m in control now, and she’s learning what that means.
I go slow, painfully slow, licking her in long, steady strokes. I take my time, letting her feel every inch of my tongue, every pass, every pause. When I circle her clit with the tip, her whole body tenses.
I groan against her cunt, dipping lower, then back up, flattening my tongue and lapping at her. I want to ruin her for anyone else, to make her forget every man who didn’t treat her like she was sacred.
And judging by the way she’s already trembling beneath my mouth, I’m getting close.
I drag my mouth away, grazing the inside of her thigh with my teeth, just enough pressure to make her gasp again. Her body jerks toward me, a helpless reaction she couldn't fake if she tried.
"You like that?" I groan against her skin.
I do it again, a little higher this time, close enough to make her squirm. She moans, and I bite once more, slower this time, leaving a mark she’ll feel when she walks tomorrow.
I soothe the bites with my tongue, slow licks that make her moan, then dive back in, sucking her clit into my mouth hard.
My tongue flicks relentlessly, circling, sucking, while two fingers plunge inside her.
"So fucking wet," I say, pulling back just enough to speak.
I add a third finger, stretching her, pumping rough and fast, then slowing to a torturous grind. My free hand roams up, pinching her nipple through the dress, twisting until she yelps.
I devour her like a feast, alternating rough suction on her clit with slow, languid strokes. Her thighs quake around my head, and I can feel how close she is.
"Come on my face," I order, fingers slamming in deeper, thumb rubbing her clit in circles. "Drench me, beautiful. Show me how dirty you can be."
She shatters, screaming, her body convulsing. Juices flood my mouth, and I lap it all up.
Rising, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, my cock throbbing painfully now. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and kiss her slowly, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
"We're not done. Stand up. Take that dress off for me."
She slides off the table on shaky legs, reaching for the straps. Her fingers tremble and it makes me want her even more. The dress pools at her feet, leaving her naked except for the mask and heels. Her arms instinctively cross over her chest.
"Don't cover yourself," I snarl. "You're fucking beautiful. Hands at your sides. Let me look."
