skirt. In a single, violent
motion, he yanked it down. The torn fabric slid down her calves and
tangled around her feet.
He hissed in a loud breath as his wide palm
glided over her backside. “Lace panties. I always liked those
best—so fragile, so delicate. Are you wet underneath them?”
Sarah shivered under his touch. She struggled
to draw breath, waiting for what came next.
He followed the curve of her ass down to the
junction of her legs. Her pussy ached for his touch. She imagined
just one of those long fingers pushing inside her. A little
pleading sound escaped her lips.
“You are a good girl, aren’t you? You didn’t
waste any time getting nice and wet for me.”
His fingertips moved in slow, deliberate
circles over the wet spot in her panties. The friction of his touch
was too light to be anything but teasing. Sarah rotated her hips
up, pressing her mound into him. His hand pulled away. She bit down
hard on her lip to keep from crying out at the loss.
“Tell me, which excites you more—the fear or
the helplessness?”
Sarah sucked in a breath and held it. She was
afraid to speak, afraid of the answer.
“Tell me.” The grip around her neck
tightened.
“I don’t know,” she said in a rush.
“Then take your time. Figure it out.”
A single finger stole beneath the seam of her
lace panties. He stroked it down the length of her labia, just
once. Sarah hissed in a long breath. Her body burned for him. She
wanted more. She needed it. But the creature inside Grant seemed
content to only dole out merest taste of what she wanted, leaving
her hungrier than she was before.
Sarah had never felt this aware of her body
before. In this total darkness, she had no hint of what was coming,
of what his next move would be. Every muscle in her body was tense,
every nerve standing attention, awaiting his next move.
His hand came down hard on her ass. His
fingers dug into her flesh, testing her. Searing bolts of sensation
raced through her, not quite pain, but close. Sarah cried out all
the same.
“Your answer, Sarah.”
“Both,” she said. “One feeds the other.”
He gave a little approving grunt. Apparently,
she’d given the right answer. It was the truth. He rewarded her by
plunging the length of his finger inside her. She gasped at the
invasion, even as the walls of her pussy tightened around him,
begging him not to leave. He pumped his hand once, twice, three
times before pulling out and away.
She heard his mouth open and the unmistakable
sound of sucking. He was tasting her. Sampling her, she realized.
Trying out all that her body had to offer before deciding if he
wanted more.
“Your cunt feels small,” he said, after he
was done licking her off his finger. “I wonder if it could take me.
Would you like to find out?”
Sarah’s heart sped. She knew just how big he
was, how she had struggled to fit even a portion of him into her
mouth. But the thought of him pressing into her pussy, filling her
up to the point of pain, made her ache with longing.
She nodded as best she could.
He guided her up from the table with his hand
still wrapped around her neck and pushed her down to her knees.
“You had better make me good and wet
then.”
Sarah grasped onto his hips for support. He
tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her open mouth onto his
cock. Her tongue slid down the length of him. The crown collided
with the back of her throat. He held her there for a long moment
until she struggled for air. Her scalp burned as he pulled her back
off.
Again and again, he repeated the movement.
Her pussy grew wetter with every swipe of her tongue and every
growl of pleasure it drew from him. She reveled in the way the
muscles under her hands flexed and tightened. Her jaw began to ache
with strain but she didn’t protest.
After a few minutes of this delicious
torment, he wrenched her up to her feet. Fingers still curled tight
in her hair, he pulled her against him. Her breasts crushed against
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