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Authors: Linnea May, Stella Noir
Tags: Psychological, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College
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last shove and he keeps me pinned against his pelvis, his cock preventing me from breathing freely while he gets up from the sofa. He holds me in a tight grip, grabbing my hair while pushing me against himself. I am forced to get up on my knees, my neck stretched to the limit, because of his height.
He takes a few steps around me while I struggle to follow his movements. I support myself by clinging to his legs, fearing that I might rip the fabric of his undoubtedly expensive pants.
Finally, he releases me. Strings of saliva build between his member and my mouth. I cough uncontrollably as he pulls me up by my hair.
I struggle to get up on my feet. "Ouch, that—"
"Shut up!" he barks. But he lets go of my hair instantly and pushes me back so that I fall onto the sofa.
"Legs up," he orders. "Spread them for me."
It all happens so fast; I obey his order without thinking twice.
"More!" he insists.
I lift my knees up a little further, spreading my legs as far as I can by pulling my knees apart. It is an uncomfortable position, and I have never felt this exposed in front of anybody, but he seems to be satisfied.
He groans, stroking his erection as he gazes down on me.
"So delicious," he comments before he gets down on his knees in front of me.
I blush and squint my eyes in embarrassment while he stares at my center. He massages my inner thighs, moving closer to my entrance.
I moan as he strokes along my labia with two fingers on each side, gently spreading them and exposing my throbbing clit. This is so embarrassing, and so incredibly hot.
I can feel my wetness when he leans forward, spreading my lips even more as he softly breathes against my nub. I am so electrified that I fear I might explode if he touches me.
He looks up at me, a triumphant smirk on his face. He is teasing me, just as I did to him. This is payback.
My breathing is so erratic that I feel like I am about to pass out. It gets worse with every moment that passes, him sitting in front of me and spreading my lips while the other hand squeezes my thigh.
He is still looking up at me while I sense every single one of his warm breaths on my clit.
"What do you want?" he asks.
I look at him, confused and mute.
"Tell me what you want," he clarifies. "I might give it to you."
Blood rushes to my cheeks. Dirty talk has never been my strength, and I've never had anyone order me to tell them what I want.
"Uh, I...I...," I stutter.
Why is this so hard?
I open my mouth again, sighing helplessly as I try to force myself to speak up.
But I can't. I just can't do it.
"I think we both want the same thing," he whispers. "I want to get a good taste of you, and you want me to lick your pussy."
I gasp with embarrassment.
"Am I not right?" he asks.
I nod, still mute.
"Say it then," he continues. "Tell me that you want me to lick your cute pussy."
He gently massages my labia, teasing me with my most sensitive spot. I suppress a moan, and I cannot hold my hips from moving forward, inviting him to come closer.
He chuckles. "Say it."
I sigh with desperation.
"I...I," I try again, closing my eyes in shame. "I want you to lick my pussy. Please."
"Please, what?"
Please, what? What does he mean?
I open my eyes and look at him questioningly. It takes me a few moments to understand.
"Please, Master," I plead. "Please lick my pussy."
"Is that what you want?" he clarifies.
For God's sake!
"Yes," I hiss. "Please, Master."
He slaps me on my thigh. Hard. It stings with fiery pain, and I yelp.
"Don't be bitchy," he warns. "I don't like that."
"Yes, Master," I breathe, coping with the fact that his slap added to my arousal.
He smiles. "Good girl."
Without further ado, he leans forward and finally gives me what I crave. He licks along the inside of my labia first, sparing the middle while he moves his tongue up and down with relish.
His moans are almost as loud as mine when he finally moves towards the center, tonguing around my pulsating nub, drawing smaller and
He takes a few steps around me while I struggle to follow his movements. I support myself by clinging to his legs, fearing that I might rip the fabric of his undoubtedly expensive pants.
Finally, he releases me. Strings of saliva build between his member and my mouth. I cough uncontrollably as he pulls me up by my hair.
I struggle to get up on my feet. "Ouch, that—"
"Shut up!" he barks. But he lets go of my hair instantly and pushes me back so that I fall onto the sofa.
"Legs up," he orders. "Spread them for me."
It all happens so fast; I obey his order without thinking twice.
"More!" he insists.
I lift my knees up a little further, spreading my legs as far as I can by pulling my knees apart. It is an uncomfortable position, and I have never felt this exposed in front of anybody, but he seems to be satisfied.
He groans, stroking his erection as he gazes down on me.
"So delicious," he comments before he gets down on his knees in front of me.
I blush and squint my eyes in embarrassment while he stares at my center. He massages my inner thighs, moving closer to my entrance.
I moan as he strokes along my labia with two fingers on each side, gently spreading them and exposing my throbbing clit. This is so embarrassing, and so incredibly hot.
I can feel my wetness when he leans forward, spreading my lips even more as he softly breathes against my nub. I am so electrified that I fear I might explode if he touches me.
He looks up at me, a triumphant smirk on his face. He is teasing me, just as I did to him. This is payback.
My breathing is so erratic that I feel like I am about to pass out. It gets worse with every moment that passes, him sitting in front of me and spreading my lips while the other hand squeezes my thigh.
He is still looking up at me while I sense every single one of his warm breaths on my clit.
"What do you want?" he asks.
I look at him, confused and mute.
"Tell me what you want," he clarifies. "I might give it to you."
Blood rushes to my cheeks. Dirty talk has never been my strength, and I've never had anyone order me to tell them what I want.
"Uh, I...I...," I stutter.
Why is this so hard?
I open my mouth again, sighing helplessly as I try to force myself to speak up.
But I can't. I just can't do it.
"I think we both want the same thing," he whispers. "I want to get a good taste of you, and you want me to lick your pussy."
I gasp with embarrassment.
"Am I not right?" he asks.
I nod, still mute.
"Say it then," he continues. "Tell me that you want me to lick your cute pussy."
He gently massages my labia, teasing me with my most sensitive spot. I suppress a moan, and I cannot hold my hips from moving forward, inviting him to come closer.
He chuckles. "Say it."
I sigh with desperation.
"I...I," I try again, closing my eyes in shame. "I want you to lick my pussy. Please."
"Please, what?"
Please, what? What does he mean?
I open my eyes and look at him questioningly. It takes me a few moments to understand.
"Please, Master," I plead. "Please lick my pussy."
"Is that what you want?" he clarifies.
For God's sake!
"Yes," I hiss. "Please, Master."
He slaps me on my thigh. Hard. It stings with fiery pain, and I yelp.
"Don't be bitchy," he warns. "I don't like that."
"Yes, Master," I breathe, coping with the fact that his slap added to my arousal.
He smiles. "Good girl."
Without further ado, he leans forward and finally gives me what I crave. He licks along the inside of my labia first, sparing the middle while he moves his tongue up and down with relish.
His moans are almost as loud as mine when he finally moves towards the center, tonguing around my pulsating nub, drawing smaller and
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