Page 112 of Death Do Us Part
Dropping to my knees, I reach for him, but hetakesanother step back.“We’re out of time.”His voice is strained and tight.“The ball is starting soon.”
I kneel there, shaking but trying to breathe.To own that control he’s mastered all too easily.
My pussy hasamuchhardertime doing the same.
Rising slowly to my feet, I fighttokeepmy composure.I walk swiftlyto the bathroomto grab the chillies, only to get there and remember I hid them under the sofa.“Bugger,” I mutter.Then my eyes widen, and I say it again.
Leaning over the sink, my eyescatchon my reflection in the mirror.I crane my neck to the side.
There, absolutely, utterly, impossible to miss is a hickey.
Alarge, prominentbrandof ownership placed right over my pulse.Oh!Damn the man.
The blushthat steals acrossmy cheeksgoesfrom a pale pink to an undeniable red as he appearsbehind me with the toy in his hand.Curved with an egg-shape on the endandvibrating runes upitsside, I know I’m in trouble.
Pressing a large hand between my shoulder blades, he pushesme down.My hands rest on the sink as he bendsme over and kicksmy legs apart.
Breathing hard, I hold his gaze in the mirror as he hikesup myqueen-worthydress and insertsthe toy insideofme.Lifting his hand, the same one he moved earlier, he repeatsthe rubbingmotionof his fingers.
Strong vibrationsfloodmy pussy.Isagagainst the sink, gripping the edge as tightly as Ican.My breathsleaveme.Ragged and raw.Dropping to his knees behind me, my king pullsmy panties down to my ankles and –
Laughs.
A deep bellied laugh thathasme jumping in surprise.
“What in Hel’s name is this?”he asks, running hishandacross the middle of my rightasscheek.
My eyes widen.Embarrassment fillsme.But when Itryto straighten and pull my dress down, one strong hand pins meto the sink.He towersover me.His eyes meet mine in the mirror – light with humour.
Gods, he’sbeautiful.
He rollshis lips around for a bitas he grins.He’sclearly struggling for words.
“Do you really have a tattoo…” His laugh hitsme all the way to my core, squeezing my heart tight.“Of a bucket full of cum on your ass?”he asks, his lips twitching.
I groan.
“With a cat sitting insidesaidbucket, licking its lips, and saying, ‘This pussy loves milk’?”
“No?”Itry, my voice a mere squeak.
Grabbingmy chin,heforcesme to turn my headover my shoulder.As his other hand cupsmy tattoo, he kissesme slow and deep.His laughter rumblesagainst my back and across my lips, burrowing deep into my soul.
Crackling a smile, I laugh with him.
Lowering his head, he kissesmy neck.
Then my shoulder.
Then my back.
Moving his way down my spine, he spreadsmy cheeks, cupping and squeezing them in his hands.His tongue slidesacross my tattoo.“Tell me what else your pussy likes.”
I spasm, my thighs tensing, my core clenching.“Your...tongue,” I breathe, all laughter leaving me.Closing my eyes, I moanunderhis caresses.
His tongue slidesdown my ass to my wet lips.Kissing them, heslipshis tongue inside.Gasping against the sink, Ilaymy bodyon top ofit.The cold stone rubsagainst my nipples.Between it and him, my body’soverwhelmed with sensations.Hot and cold.Soft and hard.Moving and still.
Trembling, I spread my legs farther apart, giving him more access.Closing my eyes, I reach behind me and push my cheeks against his face.His tongue licksfrom my pussy to my ass.Massaging the hole, he increasesthe vibrations in the toyat the same time.
