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his mouth was soothing relief, but
the pull on her breast was adding coals to the fire. Her pussy was aching for
his touch. All she could do was hold on to him while he carried her through the
living room and up the stairs. Toward the bedroom. “Fuck me, please.”
    She hadn’t intended to say the words out loud, and was
surprised to hear them come out of her mouth. His eyes danced, as if he knew it
had slipped out. The fact that she put her hand to her mouth right after
probably hadn’t helped. He pushed the door to his bedroom open with his foot
and then carried her to the bed. He set her down carefully, almost as if she
might break.
    “Spread your legs.” His tone made it clear it was an order,
not a request. She did as she was told. He flipped her skirt up. She felt the
heat of his gaze as if it were a physical thing, burning her pussy. Her knees
shook as she fought the urge to pull back and cover herself up. If only he
would fuck her hard and fast, she wouldn’t feel so naked. She’d feel less
embarrassed to be completely naked in front of him than with her skirt slid up
so he could stare.
    He crawled up onto the bed, but made no move to take his own
clothes off. “You have a beautiful pussy, Kyra,” he said, and then he leaned
forward and gave it a long lick, starting at the bottom and sliding unhurriedly
until his tongue swirled around her clit.
    She couldn’t help it. She closed her thighs around his head,
wanting to hold it there. But he was stronger and moved back. “Spread your legs
for me or I’ll tie them in place,” he growled at her. He’d do it too, she knew.
She had half a mind to make him, but she took a deep breath and parted her
thighs once more.
    “Good girl.”
    The words filled her with warmth. They shouldn’t make me
feel so good. And I’m a woman, not a girl. She was angrier with herself for
liking being told she was a good girl far more than she was with him for saying
it, but she opened her mouth to scold him anyway. His tongue danced around her
clit once more, and all that came out of her was a moan.
    She reached for him to grab his head, to force his face
against her, and stopped. He’d probably tie her arms for that. Maybe. She had
to get some kind of control over what was going on. She pulled at the back of
his head, craving it more, harder. If she could have gotten his tongue all the
way inside her she gladly would have. She rotated her hips, trying to increase
the friction against his mouth, his nose, his chin, anything.
    In less than a second he was on her. His hands grabbed her
wrists and forced them back to the bed. She tried to close her legs and found
his knees in the way. As if to make a point he pushed back, spreading his knees
and forcing her thighs even farther apart. His face leaned over hers and she
felt his hot breath against her lips. “You don’t learn, do you? I’m in control.
Not you. Not unless you say your safe word, and then and only then will you
walk out of here unmolested.”
    She wasn’t going to say it. She wouldn’t give him the
satisfaction of knowing he could push her that far, and besides, she didn’t
want to leave his bed, much less his home. But something in her would not give
in. She stuck her tongue out at him.
    He didn’t blink. “And never, ever stick that out unless you
intend to use it. And have it used.” His lips crushed hers in a kiss, and his
tongue pushed inside her mouth. Their tongues danced and wrestled, slipping
over one another. His face pressed her head back, the mattress compressing
behind it before she was trapped between his kiss and the bed. He kissed as
well as he cooked, and she found herself hungry for it, her lips pressing back,
her tongue overpowered but still questing to get deeper into his mouth.
    When he finally drew back, she wanted to say thank you ,
but different words came out instead. “When you kiss me like that, I can’t say
my word, can I?”
    He stared at her. Damn my smart mouth.
    “Well?” he