Page 111 of Brutal Knight

He starts slowly, dragging his tongue up each of my thighs, teasing me as he gets closer and closer to my core. Goosebumps break out on my skin, and I find my hips shifting toward his mouth restlessly, trying to get his tongue right where I want it.

Connor chuckles, and I start to get an idea of what I’m in for as he darts his tongue out to lick my clit—just one little flick of the tip of his tongue before he withdraws it.

I whine impatiently, eager for more of the pleasure that shot through me as Connor touched me there, and his grip on my thighs tightens.

“You want to come already, don’t you?” he mutters. “Greedy girl.”

Without waiting for an answer, he returns his focus to my clit, teasing it with light strokes of his tongue. It’s enough to make sparks dance through my veins, but not quite enough to make the pleasure buzzing through me build to a higher level, and I have to bite my lip to keep from whining in frustration.

“There you go,” Connor whispers encouragingly, taking a break from working my clit to drag his tongue through my folds. “Just let yourself feel it. Don’t try to fight what’s happening or get ahead of the pleasure. Just be here with me. Right here.”

I nod, tilting my head to look down at him, entranced by the sight. His broad shoulders are between my legs, his hair glinting in the dim light as he tilts his head to get a better angle on my pussy. He looks powerful and dominant, hungry and so fucking sexy I can barely stand it.

Despite the light touches of his tongue, something starts to gather low in my belly, a tightness that I’ve learned means I’m getting close to coming.

“Wait,” I gasp out. “Stop.”

Connor stops immediately, turning his gaze up to me, his eyes dark. “Getting close?”

“Yeah.”

“Good girl.”

He gives me a moment to collect myself, reaching down to palm his cock as he watches my chest rise and fall with every ragged breath. When I give him a small nod, he dives back down between my legs again.

It goes on like that for so long that I lose track of time. Every time I get close, I warn him, and he backs off immediately, until I can feel pleasure humming through every atom in my body like an electric current. Even when he pulls his mouth away from my clit, I feel like I’m still on the verge of coming, so close that I might be able to push myself over the edge just by clenching my inner walls hard enough.

When he adds two fingers in my pussy and starts lapping at me again, I’m so desperate for relief from the blinding ache inside me that I don’t say anything as the pleasure starts to build and crest.

I let it rise inside me, higher and higher, until—

Connor slaps my pussy lightly, and I gasp, my back arching as I straighten in the chair. It was a light slap, not hard enough to truly hurt, but the sudden jolt of sensation brings me back from the edge of orgasm, and I blink down at him, breathing hard.

“Not yet, angel,” he tells me, and the rasp in his voice makes me feel a little better. He sounds turned on and almost tortured, like he’s as desperate for more as I am. “You taste so good. I want to make you gush on my tongue. I want to drink up your sweetness. But not yet.”

He’s more careful then, clearly not trusting me to tell him when I’m close to the edge—which makes sense, because I’m almost beyond the power of speech at this point. The need for release rides the fine line between pleasure and something almost like pain, my entire body practically vibrating from pent up arousal.

I’ve stopped trying to be still too, grinding against his face as much as I can with his firm hold on my thighs keeping me pinned to the chair.

I’m whimpering and mewling, slumped back on the big comfy chair as I toss my head back and forth, and Connor growls as my clit spasms beneath his tongue.

He backs off again for a second, and I let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a scream.

“Fuck, I like you like this,” he groans. “Remember when you told me you couldn’t feel anything? What do you feel now, angel?”

“Everything!” I cry out. “God, I feel everything.”

A sinful smile curves his lips, as he drags his tongue torturously slowly over my clit, making me shudder from head to toe.

“That’s right,” he murmurs. “When I’m on my knees for you like this, I’m your god. And you’re my goddess.”

Then he tightens his hold on my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he presses my legs wider apart. His mouth clamps down around my clit, and instead of teasing me, he lashes the sensitive little bud hard and fast, sucking on it as he does.

And all the pleasure that’s been building inside me explodes like a dying star, shooting through my limbs in a white-hot flash.

I arch my back so hard that my muscles ache, my legs pressing against his hold as an orgasm gathers in my core and then floods every atom in my body.

“Connor! Connor, oh, fuck!”

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