Page 23 of Savage Temptation
She responds by pressing my face back into position, which turns me on more than I thought possible.
I get to work, worshiping her sweet cunt with my lips, my tongue, and finally, my fingers as I slide one inside of her tight channel. Her hips lift, trying to get as close to my mouth as they can.
The whole time, my cock presses against the constraint of my pants, screaming to be let out. I undo my belt to give it a little breathing room, knowing that I must tread carefully or risk embarrassing myself.
“Oh, my God…”Tessa shudders as she twists beneath me, aching to release.
I want to give it to her. I want to make her feel better than any man ever has, but this is too much fun. I love seeing her lose her damn mind.
I slow ever so slightly, lapping her petals with long, sensual strokes.
“Please…”she whimpers.
“Please, what?”
“Hurry.”
It’s like asking a man to rush through eating a Wagyu steak.
But I’m not unreasonable. It would be cruel to draw this out any longer, so I increase my tempo, lavishing her clit in a steady rhythm that escalates her passion, until finally, she curls forward, coming undone.
A slew of unintelligible curses trip over her lips as she throws her head back. All anxious worry disappears as she grinds against me, chasing the high of a powerful orgasm as her channel spasms around my fingers.
Watching Tessa unfold, I realize I’ve never seen anything so raw in my life. It’s like looking up at the sky and watching the heavens open up is glorious rapture.
I keep working right up until she jerks from overstimulation.
Her legs turn to Jell-O, falling limp on my shoulders.
Perhaps the gentlemanly thing to do would be to allow her to rest. She’s so obviously exhausted. But my cock is throbbing. Absolutely enraged I’ve kept it confined during my delicious feast.
What exactly is an appropriate amount of time to let pass before I bury myself balls deep in her tight little pussy? If it were any other woman, I’d already be in her. But this is Tessa.
Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long. She scoots her way back further onto the bed, her legs spread and waiting.
I work the button at my waist, trying my best not to look like a damn high school boy as I navigate my pants.
Her eyes are big and full of desperation. “Hurry!”
I crack a grin. I never would have thought Tessa would be so needy. Eager for the pleasure I’m more than happy to give.
I rush to undress, enjoying the sight of Tessa’s eyes widening when I finally unsheathe my cock. It’s not the first time she’s seen it, but during our previous entanglement, we were both a little tipsy.
Okay, I was drunk, but that’s beside the point. It’s obvious she’s more than impressed with what I’m packing, and that pleases me.
I waste no time as I crawl onto the bed, into her personal space, until I’m there, so close we can feel each other’s breath.
I’ve wanted this for so long, and now I get to have it.
For thirty days…
Staring into her stormy blue eyes, my breath hitches in my throat. The things she does to me. The way she makes me feel.
She makes me a mess. A blubbering fool. There’s no way I can give her up.
One month…that’s all you get. Thirty days of paradise before it all goes away.
“Atticus?”she says weakly.
