Page 53 of Eternal

Soren stands next to me, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against my long desk. I pull my headphones out and set them on the desk in front of me. I place my hands on my lap. I continue to look him in the eye, challenging him to see what he would do next. He reaches to caress my cheek, and I lean into his touch.

“Taste,” He commands.

Taste what? Oh. He means my fingers…

“No.”

“Did you just say no?” He growls.

I sit up a little taller and grip the arms of my chair. “I didn’t stutter,” I say, challenging Soren to come closer.

“I wasn’t meaning it as a suggestion, my little fucking slut.”

He smirks and then grabs my biceps firmly before I can react, pulling me to my feet and throwing me onto the desk. I have to stifle a smile.Note to self, piss Soren off to get fucked.Soren stands between my legs, gripping my wrist as he guides my fingers into my mouth.

“Taste,” He repeats.

I look him in the eye as I slowly open my mouth. He pushes the fingers into my mouth until I’m almost choking. The saltiness of my pussy taints my mouth but only makes me drip even more with desire. My gag reflex starts to kick in, but he doesn’t relent. I move to push him away, but his other arm traps mine, pinning my hand to the top of the desk. I try to break free from his grip, and I whine. Soren releases me, satisfied that my fingers are clean from my desire, and begins to trail his hand down my body to my pussy. Cupping the outside of it, I widen my legs and wrap them around his waist, drawing him further in.

“Such a pretty little pussy, eager to be fucked,” He croons in my ear.

“Only for you,” I purr, my voice coming out a breathy whisper.

I’m soaked at his degrading words. Mixed in with praise, they fill my head with an unbearable amount of hedonism.Perhaps I should talk to my therapist about this.My degradation and praise kink have to be connected to the trauma I’ve been through. But I don’t have time to think about this shit. I’m about to get fucked by my husband.Finally.

His eyes flicker to me, and he lifts my body, pulling down my underwear and shorts. His other hand is still holding my hands behind my back. He squeezes them before releasing me as though to say not to try anything and drops to his knees. His nose nuzzled at my pussy, before pressing a kiss to my clit. I moan out, but he pulls back.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” His commanding tone sends shivers down my spine, and goosebumps erupt across my skin. A hand skates over my thighs, making my heart go into a frenzy.

I throw my head back, eyes closing, building up the courage to tell him exactly what I want him to do to me.

“Tell me while looking me in the eye.”

I peer down at him, my mouth gaping open as he looks back at me. His eyes burn like blue fire, dancing with hunger.

“I want you to kiss me.” It almost comes out as a breathy moan.

“Where?” He asks, running his bottom lip along the inside of my thigh, teasing me so much it makes my head spin.

I blush, looking away.

“Don’t fucking look away. Where do you want me to kiss you?”

I feel warmth flowing through me and become wetter from his breath hitting my pussy. This act, and his words, are so fucking hot that I can’t handle him not touching me anymore. “I want your tongue buried in my cunt.”

Soren’s mouth connects to my pussy, and he grants me precisely what I want. He lets out a low groan as he pushes in with a harsh suck. “Good girl.”

Another wave of pleasure flows over me with those two words. His tongue flicks my clit, and I gasp out at the sensation. He moves his way slightly down while his tongue fucks me, and his hand comes up to rub my clit. He inserts two fingers into me, not giving me a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness as his tongue reconnects with the little bundle of nerves. I start to run my fingers through his hair, gripping it with all my might. Soren grabs my wrists, pinning them down to the edge of the desk. I moan out again, trying to break free from his grip, but it’s no use. His grip only keeps tightening, and despite it nearing the point of being painful, it intensifies the other sensations across my body.

I start to lull my head backward, eyes closing.

“No. Eyes on me,” Soren commands, his eyes flaring with intensity.He needs this as much as I do.

His tongue and fingers work like magic giving me intense pleasure.But I need more. I have to have more.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He whispers.

“No,” I croak out.

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