“Liar. When are you going to figure it out?”
“Figure out what?”
His fingers stopped and his hand pulled away from me. I let out a small noise but stifled it, stopping myself from begging him not to move.
“I know exactly what you want.”
He kissed me again, our lips pressed together, his tongue and taste entering my mouth, sending my head into dizzying circles.
His hands were on me again, running up my legs, cupping my ass, pressing my breasts together, touching every inch of exposed skin. I couldn’t help but throw myself into it, kissing him back with abandon. I needed his hand back on my clit, back on my spot, sending me into ecstasy.
And then his strong arms wrapped around me and lifted me off my feet.
“Hey!” I squealed. It wasn’t very ladylike.
He laughed and carried me over to the couch, pushing me down into the cushions. He crushed me with his body.
“Asshole. Don’t pick me up.”
“I’ll do what I want,” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck.
“No you will—” I began to say, and stopped as his fingers found my pussy again, my dress slid up along my hips.
“Fuck,” I gasped instead.
“I know you like that,” he said. “I know you can’t help yourself when I work this little clit.”
“Cole,” I moaned.
“I wonder,” he said, moving back and sliding my panties down my legs, “which Cole you’re talking about. Your husband or your stepbrother?”
“Neither,” I gasped as he spread my legs apart.
“I think both.”
His face dropped from view as his tongue and mouth found my pussy.
I couldn’t argue. I couldn’t say a word, or even think, as his tongue licked my pussy with the perfect amount of pressure. His fingers began to slide inside me, moving slowly in and out as his tongue sucked and licked my clit.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
“You taste amazing,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this for a year.”
“That feels incredible,” I gasped as I grabbed his hair. I felt like I might tear it from his scalp, but he just kept working me.
His strong hands spread my legs even wider, working my pussy, sucking my clit, lapping up every inch of me. It was incredible, pure fire, as he did his work.
It was just like I remembered. There was nothing else but his mouth and his body working my clit, my whole body tense as waves of pleasure overtook me.
I couldn’t believe I was letting him lick my clit and fuck my pussy with his fingers in some random dressing room after I had watched him beat a man in a fight, but I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to. He was a force, a wave washing down over me, rolling through my body and taking me way beyond myself.
“This fucking cunt,” he said, kissing my clit, “is perfect.”
“Don’t stop,” I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. I’d beg him to do whatever he wanted so long as he kept making me feel so incredibly good.
He reached up and took my hair in his fist. “You want this, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, pulling me down toward him.
“Yes, please,” I groaned.
“You want me to eat this pussy until you come.”
“I do. I need it.”
“I know you do. You need me to get you off.”
“Please make me come.”
“I love when you fucking beg, Alex.”
He let my hair go and returned to licking and sucking, working my pussy, but this time wilder. He wasn’t holding back anymore, and I knew it. I pressed his face hard against my clit as I worked my hips, his tongue and fingers fucking me.
I was completely lost in it. I was completely overwhelmed by his strong hands and jaw and eyes and teeth and tongue, his everything as he worked me. Even more, in this moment, I knew I was his. I would do anything for him because I needed it. He could lift me up and throw me across the room if he wanted, or he could stop and leave me begging for more. I was totally under his control, and that was what made me so fucking excited.
“You want to come for me, don’t you?” he asked, his fingers stroking in and out of my pussy.
I grabbed my tits, arching my back. “Yes, fuck, please.”
“You want to come on my mouth?”
“Oh god yes.”
His fingers moved agonizingly slowly in and out, and I wanted to scream for him.
“I want to hear you ask.”
“Please make me come,” I moaned.
Without another word he returned to my pussy, his tongue and fingers working in rhythm with my hips.
I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. We moved together, his tongue rolling laps along my clit, my hands woven through his hair, pressing his mouth harder against my pussy, and I felt it.