Page 78 of Lady of Darkness
Sterling chuckles. “So impatient.” He grabs my legs and pulls them over his shoulders. I move my hips up toward his mouth, but his nails dig into my thigh as he presses me down. “Soimpatient,” he growls, letting out a low groan when he sees how wet I am.
Lowering his head, my eyes flutter closed in anticipation, but he doesn’t touch my clit. Instead, he bites the inside of my thigh.
“Please, sir. Please,” I beg again, like an idiot.
He stills, biting my flesh harder in retaliation.
I groan, the sound slipping from my lips as my hips thrash.
But he just continues to nibble the flesh on my thighs, never getting close to my clit. His tongue sweeps down the skin on my leg and I hiss.
I.
Am.
Burning.
Just when I think he’ll alleviate this ache, Sterling places a soft kiss a couple of inches above my clit. His scruffbarelybrushes the sensitive bundle of nerves. I keen, moving against his chin involuntarily, but he just holds me down and grips me harder. His breath fans against my clit, the warmth making me cry out.
“You’re so wound up, little monster,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my throbbing nub.
He bites down on my clit gently, and I hiss as fireworks explode inside of me. Pulling back slightly, his tongue sweeps up my slit, pressing against my clit.Fuck.My eyes roll so far back into my head that I can practically see behind me. A low moan escapes my lips, and my body stiffens–already on the precipice of a climax. The feeling that overcomes me is delicious–slow, sweet, intense. I’m gasping for air as he pulls away.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, my voice fragmented and husky. Everything feels ten times more sensitive, and I’ve never needed to come so badly in my life.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Sterling says, his green eyes boring into mine from between my legs.
“Keep going,” I whine. “Please.”
Narrowing his eyes, he adjusts my legs around his ears, and then he lurches forward and suctions his mouth to my mound. I nearly fly off the bed as his tongue presses hard against my nub and flicks up and down slowly. I scream his name and fist the sheets.
“Fuck! Shit! Oh, God!”
“Mmm,” he breathes, his voice sending vibrations through my skin and into my soul. “Yes, baby. You’re gushing for me.”
I arch my back as he sweeps his tongue up and down, and up and down once more. Slowly. So, so slowly. Gripping the back of his head, I lift my ass slightly, needing the friction. I roll my hips against his mouth, and he punishes me by clamping down on my swollen, tortured clit.
“Good girls wait their turn,” he murmurs.
I hate him.
I’m shaking so hard that I’m not sure if it’s the nerves, my arousal, or my impending climax. With every sweep of his tongue, I get closer. The pressure builds, and I’m almost scared to come–scared to see what will happen. Everything inside of me aches. I feel like I’m on the precipice of something big, like a tidal wave is about to crash through me. The clawing sensation is almost like I need to pee, but a thousand times more intense.
It also feelsin-fucking-credible.
I open my mouth to scream when he inserts two fingers–deep and hard. The tug of him stretching me so quickly sends me flying over the edge, and I can feel his fingers curl inside of me as I begin to come.
“Fuck yes,” Sterling growls. “You’re squeezing my fingers so hard, little monster. Imagine how fucking good it will feel to have you wring my cock dry.”
I moan and thrash as stars explode in my vision.
It feels catastrophic.
Everything unleashes, and I scream again as my body rejects him. Sterling roars as I buck my hips, feeling a steady stream of come pour out of me. Wave after wave of the most mind-bending pleasure wracks through my body. I am weightless, tethered only to this orgasm, to his tongue, to his fingers.
I swear to God, my soul leaves my body.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” Sterling says, his face wet.
