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“You sound so fucking pretty when you moan for me. Let them hear you. Let them know how good I make you feel.”
My tongue slides over her, savoring every taste of her, and her body jolts at the contact, her hips twitching despite my earlier command to stay still.
“Please,” she cries, her voice desperate. “Please, sir, I—”
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her words dissolve into a broken sob.
I pull back, my fingers teasing and denying her. “Not yet,” I say, my grip tightening on her hips. “I want to make you beg.”
I keep her on edge, my fingers stroking deep, slow, the pace just enough to tease but never let her tip over.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice shaky, the word catching on a soft sob. Her body trembles under my touch, flushed skin and shallow breaths, and I can feel how badly she wants this.
But I want to play with her first.
“Come on, you can beg better than that.”
“Nicholas,” she pleads, tugging at the cuffs. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” My thumb brushes over her clit, featherlight, and the sound she makes is desperate, hungry. “But you need to ask me properly.”
Her head falls back against the pillow, her lips parting on a sharp inhale.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I ask, my voice tinged with just enough command to make her toes curl. “I can feel it.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking on the word.
Her whole body tightens as I curl my fingers inside her, stroking the spot that makes her fall apart every single time. I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing her further. And just as she’s about to tip over the edge, I stop, her broken whimper filling the room.
“You can take this, baby. I know you can.” I lean in, pressing a kiss to her clit as my fingers slide back inside her. She shudders, her body clinging to the edge of control, and I can’t help but smile against her. “That’s my girl,” I murmur.
Her moan is quiet, pleading, as I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing her. When I suck her into my mouth once again, her thighs tremble around me, her cries growing louder.
“Please,” she begs again, her voice cracking. “I can’t—I need—”
“I haven’t heard you beg properly yet,” I cut her off, wishing I could stay between her legs for the rest of eternity.
“Please, sir,” she sobs. “Please let me come. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything.”
This time, I don’t hold back. My fingers work her faster, my tongue circling her clit, and her cries reach a pitch that tells me she’s right on the edge.
My free hand trails up her body, wrapping gently around her throat. I apply just enough pressure to make her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as her body arches into my touch.
“Look at me,” I demand, my grip tightening slightly. Her eyes snap open. “You keep those beautiful eyes on me when you come. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she chokes out.
I thrust my fingers deeper, my tongue relentless against her clit. Her body arches, her sweet moans echoing in the room as she shatters under me. She’s breathtaking, every part of her quivering as she clings to the moment, her sobs turning into soft, gasping breaths.
But I’m not done with her. Not even close.
I keep my tongue on her clit, licking and sucking and tasting her as she coats my fingers. Her legs shake as she tugs at the handcuffs the more I play with her sensitive clit, her voice breaking as she sobs my name.
“You wanted to come, didn’t you?” I ask, curling my fingers into her deep enough to make her hips buck.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Then we’re not stopping until I suck every single drop of cum from you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her thigh before diving back in.