Page 20 of Twisted Ties
“You’re going to come for me. Okay, pretty girl? I’m going to make you feel so good and you’re going to come on my tongue. Come right into my mouth.”
“Y-y-y-yes,” I murmur, reaching for his head and burying my fingers in his dark hair.
“You taste so good.”
I’m not sure I believe that, but I don’t have the willpower to argue. I don’t want to distract him. I don’t want him to stop.
“More,” I murmur, rubbing my pussy against his mouth, feeling the sharp sting of his stubble against me.
“More,” he moans, his lips vibrating against me and making me jolt with pleasure.
He slides his tongue slowly over my clit and I cry out, my spine arching. He does it again, slowly and carefully, like he wants to taste every single millimeter of my clit.
“Oh god,” I say, my hands fisting in his hair. I don’t think I can take this. It’s too much and too little, too good and too cruel, all at once. Tears slide from the corners of my closed eyes down my cheeks. My breath turns panty and needy, my legs shake around his head. My core tightens. The bond in my stomach fizzes with excitement.
He kisses my clit, kisses it like he kissed my mouth, and slips two thick fingers inside me, massaging the sensitive spot against my wall with precision.
I choke. The combination is so intense I can hardly bear it.
“Now little mate,” he says, against my pussy, “come for me now like a good girl.”
Then he flicks me hard with his tongue. Once. Twice. Three, four, five times. I writhe beneath him, begging for mercy and then I break. Pleasure rushing all over my body, so much of it, I’m drowning in it. Stars burst against my eyelids and my pussy clenches and convulses around his fingers.
I’ve never come so hard in my life.
It lasts for several long, long seconds and then I fall back down to earth, buffeted along the way by wave after wave of more ecstasy.
When it’s over, I open my eyes and find him staring at me once again.
“Better?” he asks.
I nod, not sure I’m capable of words.
“Good. Good girl,” he says in a way that makes me shiver with pride. “I like it better when you come.” He licks his lips, eyes swimming over my wrecked body. “Now go pee.”
“What?” I say in horror. This was my first time. My first every thing. It may not have been the most gentle romantic introduction into this stuff, but I’m not prepared to jump from that to … That is too much. “I’m not peeing on you.”
The man in black stumbles to his feet. His face glistens with spit and my mess and that should surely make me feel queasy and yet, it makes me want to drag him right back down and do that thing with his tongue all over again.
“You need to pee after sex or you’ll end up with an infection. The bathroom’s that way.” He points over my head, before walking away, giving me a perfect view of his very toned ass.
Winnie wasn’t wrong. The man is hot. And that was hot. So hot my body’s still shaking and I’m not sure I’m actually capable of standing on my own two feet.
A door slams and for a moment I don’t realize that the pain in my gut is lessened. Winnie was right about that too. Banging seems the answer to our problems.
8
Azlan
She spendsthe rest of the day curled up on my sofa watching TV. She’s wearing one of my shirts and nothing else, her bare legs tucked up underneath her.
It has my pulse beating a drum in my throat and my palms damp with sweat.
I want to touch her again. I want to taste her again. I want to hear her moan in that sweet way she does when she comes.
Fuck!
I messed things up. It was her first time. I should have bought her flowers, rented out a hotel suite, littered the bed with rose petals and taken it a hell of a lot slower than I did.
