Page 50 of Ice Wolf
“My God. You are just…” There were no adequate words. Plus, I doubted he had any intention of paying mind to a single thing I had to say.
“Is your pussy wet for me, my Lily flower?”
“Uh-huh.” There was no sense in lying.
“Do I have power over you?” Saint breathed across my pussy and I jerked up from the table.
“Never.”
“We shall see about that. All I want is for you to enjoy the kind of pleasure you deserve.”
With my eyes cinched shut, I lolled my head to the side. “Do you always get what you want?”
“If you think any of this is about what I need, you’re wrong. As I just said. Tonight is all about you.”
He was that kind of guy. All swagger and take what he wanted.
He was everything I hated and everything that was completely irresistible. His words were exactly what I needed to hear.
He wasn’t gentle with his actions, digging his fingers into the softness of my inner thighs while he held me wide open. As he’d done with my nipple, he sucked on my clit, rolling the tender tissue between his teeth. I threw my arms out, my hands able to dangle off the edges.
Every sound he made created eternal need and not just desire. Already I never wanted this glorious moment to end. As he dragged the tip of his tongue down the length of my pussy, I held my breath. The sensations were mind boggling, as if electric prods were piercing every inch of skin.
Saint kept his rhythm slow, keeping the haze formed around my eyes. Maybe the man did have some sense of patience in him. As he rolled his fingers back and forth across my pussy lips, I was more sensitized than before. Within seconds, I could tell he was masterful at eating pussy. In fact, he should teach a class.
As the shots of current increased, I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming. I wouldn’t want the pesky neighbors to think I was being attacked and interrupt my fun.
I lifted my head the same time he did, clearly able to see my juice covering his jaw. The sight was highly erotic, so much so I rolled my shoulders on the table and arched my back. I even teased him by opening my legs even wider. Who was this girl who allowed her most intimate spot to be wide open and vulnerable?
This girl, the very one who’d exclaimed she’d wanted to let go for once.
Saint blew across my pussy before burying his face into my wetness. As he feasted, I lolled my head to the side, incapable of doing anything else.
“How delicious you are,” he muttered in his usual dark, husky voice. He continued sucking. Nipping. Driving his tongue into my tight channel.
I tossed my head from side to side, once again gasping for enough air to fill my lungs. While he thrust several flexed fingers inside, he focused on sucking my clit. I lifted my hips to meet his mouth. The tension was already coiling, my muscles close to spasming. With every swipe of his tongue, he pushed me closer to the edge.
But the damn man pulled back, his lifts more tender as he pumped lightly.
“Don’t you do that!” I half shouted.
“Do what?”
“Tease me mercilessly. That’s not fair.”
“No one ever said I was fair, little librarian.” He opened his mouth wide, engulfing what felt like my entire pussy.
I jerked up from the table, clenching my fingers around the edge of the table. The rapid drumming of my heart echoed in my ears and the rush of adrenaline threatened to eat me alive.
He continued devouring me, sucking my clit harder and harder until there was no way of holding back.
As the orgasm ripped through me, he drank his fill, sucking and licking, every sound guttural. I tossed back and forth, biting back a scream as the climax continued and he feasted on every last drop.
With spots in front of my eyes, I settled back against the table, staring up at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath.
My need for the man was coming close to being unbearable even as I was basking in the throes of ecstasy.
He wasn’t interested in stopping, peppering my inner thighs with sweet kisses and licks. I covered my face with my hands, uncertain if I could ever walk again.
