Chapter 12
Trailing my tongue down her neck, I think about what a challenging brat she is.
I’m putting up with more shit than I ever have.
She’s too smart for her own good, and she has the most wicked body, a lethal combination that has me trying to mold her, train her …
attempting to fucking tame her when I shouldn’t care.
I should just fuck her and get it over with, but I’ve already let my mind wander.
Now, I want more than a few minutes of pleasure.
I want her to submit and beg for my cock.
I can’t get it by force—the spankings proved that. She’s a tough case. She isn’t easy like the others before her, and I know I won’t be satisfied until she begs.
I press kiss after small kiss along her hip tattoo before grabbing for a pillow and sliding it under her lower back.
As I rest my hand below her belly button, we hold a fiery stare.
She doesn’t think I’ll be able to do it, and that makes me chuckle.
The little boys she’s been fucking have been amateurs, then.
Pillow under the back, pressure on the lower stomach, fingers and tongue, and her desire to do it—that’s all it takes. The last part will be the only unknown variable.
“After your next orgasm, I’m not stopping …” I say, then flick my tongue over her clit. “I’m going right into the third, and on that one, you’re coming all over my face and couch.”
She bites her lip, her eyes signaling no protest as I lick up her clit, holding her gaze.
Her head tilts back, and I insert one finger to start.
Pressing up on her wall, I slowly stroke as my tongue makes circles over her clit.
I laugh to myself and decide to test a theory.
I take my finger out and rest it over her other hole.
She moans a questioning noise—I’ll save that for later.
I slide two fingers into her soaked pussy and move my lips to her ear.
“You’re the one who brought up anal,” I whisper then flick my tongue across her lobe.
“No. You did.”
“Yes or no to my finger being in there?” I continue to slowly fuck her with my fingers, waiting for her reply. It’s silent, and that shouldn’t make me smirk. “Yes or no, baby girl.”
“Will you be nice?”
“Yes or no?” I move my lips to her neck.
She huffs, the sound a mix of being turned on and frustrated. “As long as you’re nice, yes.”
Although I’m pleased, I bite her shoulder. “When I ask for a one-word answer, give me a one-word answer.” I see her expression shift—a brat to the end. “Next time, I’m spanking you with something that isn’t my hand.”
“Hmm?” she asks in a high-pitched tone, and I nod. There are plenty of things here I can spank her with.
I kiss her deep while my fingers stroke her with more intensity.
I trail my kisses down her body until I’m back between her legs.
She’ll come this way, and I’ll save the other hole for when I want her to squirt.
Focused on bringing her over the edge, I lap and suck while my other hand grabs handfuls of her body.
I wish she didn’t taste so sweet. Her walls begin to tighten around my fingers, and I increase the pressure.
“Fuck, that feels good,” she moans, breaths ragged.
Of course it does.
I don’t change anything, anticipating her orgasm. She loudly whimpers, and the sound calls to me in a primal way. Give in, I internally command, and she grabs my hair as she bucks her hips.
That’s it, baby girl.
The first quake of her release is strong around my fingers, and then she moans out.
I slow the pace of my strokes and lighten the pressure of my tongue, riding out this orgasm with her.
I want it to keep going. She squirms at my next lick, and it brings a smile to my face knowing she can’t take more.
I look up at her and open my mouth, staring at her as I tap her clit with my tongue. She jerks again.
I kiss her scorpion tattoo then her other inner thigh.
She watches me, her blissed out eyes soft, relaxed.
I like this look on her. I flick my tongue on her clit again, and this time, she doesn’t move.
She’s ready, recovered enough. I place my hand on her stomach, applying pressure, wanting her to squirt, and my tongue makes firm circles over her swollen clit.
“No talking this time,” I command. “Focus on ruining my couch.”