She licks her lips. “All I can think about is how good he licks my pussy.”
“I see. Like this?” I dive for her cunt, licking into her, thrusting my tongue in and out before flicking her clit.
“God yes, like that.” She rocks back on her heels.
I suck. Prod. Tempt and torture until she shakes with the need to come.
And then I deny her.
“What else?” I demand, rising to my full height.
Her hips move, swaying, beckoning me. Like a siren’s song luring me into breaking. Despite my overwhelming need to take her, I have no intention of giving in to her silent demands.
A strangled breath escapes her throat. “I think about him fucking me.”
“Hmm…” Jaw aching from the effort of my restraint, I deliver a series of hard, rapid slaps to her ass until we are both panting and she pushes into each blow. “Too bad you’re not ready to be fucked.”
“Oh, I am.”
“I don’t think so.” I circle her clit before plunging two fingers into her hot, wet depths. “You’ve been very naughty.”
I keep my strokes shallow, and when her climax builds, I ease off.
She groans, banging her fist on the wood of the bench.
I yank her up and, standing behind her, I undo the knot at her rib cage, spreading the fabric to reveal her bare breasts. “You came here naked?”
“Yes.”
“You are a bad girl.”My bad girl. I run my thumbs over the tips before dragging my knuckles up and down her nipples.
She strains, twists. Rubs her ass along my cock.
I don’t relent, skimming one hand down her stomach, over the curve of her hip before dipping into her pussy. I slide into her wet heat, and I listen to her breathy moans until I can’t take it anymore. Slick with her arousal, I return to her breasts, circling her puckered nipple. Repeating the motion with my other hand.
When the hard buds glisten, I pinch and roll, pulling her nipples until she cries out.
I trail a path down her stomach. “Open those legs wider.”
She complies without hesitation.
“Aren’t you a good girl.” I play with her, stroking until she bows under my hands.
Her head falls back against my chest. “Please, Lukas, I am so, so ready.”
“Look at me.” My voice sounds foreign somehow, as though it belongs to someone else.
Her head tilts up, meeting my gaze. Her eyes are glazed over, her cheeks flushed, full lips parted. Her beautiful face is filled with passion, her expression open and trusting.
I stroke her jaw. “Mine.”
“Yes.” A whispered admission.
And just like that, the game is over.
I spin her around and claim her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. She plasters herself against the length of my body, wrapping her arms around my neck while she gives back with wild abandon.
So Abby. So addictive. I don’t think I can ever get enough.