Page 54 of Savage Temptation
“You want a lesson, little girl?”I bring my fingers to her seam, forcing two into her tight channel, then pull them out and drag them up her rear. She’s drenched for me, her scent wicked and enticing. Beckoning for more, along with her greedy little ass that’s wiggling obscenely.
I force her legs apart, drop to my knees, and give her a long lick from the crown of her clit straight through her ass.
She screams, her back arching as she experiences a very new sensation.
“Atti—oh, God…”Her words meld into a moan as I thrust my tongue against intimate flesh. She wants to come so badly, and she thinks I’m going to let her.
Perhaps I will, but not yet.
I move down again to circle her clit, driving her to the edge, right fucking there, then steal away, giving her pussy a firm slap.
“Hey!”she whines, craning her head back to look at me.
I work my way up her body, forcing her flat against the table, nibbling her hip, placing feather-light licks up her spine, tasting her decadent flesh.
Her pants turn frustrated. Wanting more.
When I reach her shoulders, I twist her blonde hair around my hand and tug it back firmly to elongate her neck. I wrap my other hand around her body, cupping a pert tit as I rake her skin with my teeth.
“Who would have thought Lance’s baby sister would be so horny for dick?”
She squirms, pressing her plump rear against my cock.
Fuck, I need to get inside her. The slightest twitch of her body drives me insane with need.
“Atticus…”
Her whiney voice makes my cock pulse with angry heat. I give her nipple one last tweak before reaching down to align myself with her fiery center.
Her hips jerk, desperate for friction. I give her ass a slap, enjoying the jiggle of her butt cheeks.
“Hey!”
“Stop acting so overeager,” I tease. “I’ll fill you with my cock when I’m ready.”
Sooner, rather than later if my dick has anything to say about it.
I run my head up her seam as she begs for more, and because I’m a generous man, I don’t make her wait.
I breach her core to the chorus of her moans, driving in inch by inch as she writhes beneath me.
Thirty days…
Like fucking hell.
With her hair still wound around my hand, I give a warning tug, so she knows who’s in charge.
I may pretend it’s me, but it’s not.
She owns me.
As I pump into her, I lean close, so that my breath brushes her ear. “Now, if you start to behave, I may let you come.”
She looks back over her shoulder, giving a defiant pout.
I pull one of her legs up, bending it at the knee and placing it on the table so I can bury myself to the hilt with a hard thrust.
She’s all tightness and heat and needling moans I’m now thoroughly addicted to. Fuck, I can barely control myself.
