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“Spread,” he demands.

My legs fall apart almost instantly. His tone, his voice, he even looks different. He’s still Austin, my Austin, but it’s like he’s been holding back. Allowing me to think I’ve been in control this whole time when really he’s been the one pulling the strings.

His eyes drop down to my pussy, and he licks his lips. Like a hunter stalking his prey, he circles the bed, eyes roaming my body like he doesn’t know where to start.

I’m throbbing, my pussy weeping with desire but he’s taking too long. I pinch my nipples, then let one hand inch down my stomach until I reach my center. There’s no resistance as I push two fingers inside myself. Pulling them back out, I circle my clit a few times and then draw my fingers up to my mouth. All color has left his eyes, his pupils as wide and dark as humanly possible. His chin dips, and he swallows hard like his mouth has been watering just at the sight of me. He’s stopped moving now, his focus solely on my fingers.

I slip them between my lips and let my tongue roll between them, catching every last drop of my arousal. I moan; the tangy taste is unexpectedly sweet.

Austin pounces,finally. His head is in between mythighs, his tongue swiping instantly in one swoop from ass to clit. I cry out, my back arching, thighs spasming. I instinctively dig my heels in, pushing back from the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving me, but his arms loop under my legs, and he pulls me back to his mouth by my hips.

“You’re fucking delicious, baby. No wonder you couldn’t resist tasting yourself,” he says before lapping his tongue against me. With one hand, he pushes two thick fingers between my lips and curls them, hitting the rough-textured spot inside me perfectly.

He’s relentless, unforgiving, and the second he hums against my clit, sucking it in with the slightest hint of teeth, I’m done for. I rock my hips against his face, my fingers at the back of his head, smothering him with my pussy. If he can’t breathe, he doesn’t let it show. He picks up the pace, rocking in tandem with the ebb and flow of my hips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry out, reaching for the headboard, trying to ground myself. The head of The Unseen is between my legs.The man I kidnapped and chained to my basement is in between my legs.He’s lapping me up like I’m his last meal. Like it’s his life’s purpose to be here right now in this moment with me. And he’s not even undressed. It’s unseemly. My nakedness spread bare for him as he gives me so little of himself.

The waves of pleasure roll through me like waves against a shore. Crashing over and over until my legs are shaking, and each flick of his tongue shoots spams through my muscles. His lips lift from me as he carefully draws his fingers out, a rakish grin transforming his face as he slips his fingers between his lips and sucks them clean.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

“I’m hot, sweaty, fucking shaking, Austin. That was...”

“Amazing? Incredible? The hottest thing I’ve ever done? Yeah, all of the above.” He grins, sneaking one more lick against my clit.

“Did I hurt you?”

“When you were fucking my face?”

“Oh god.” I cover my eyes with my forearm. I feel the bed shift under his weight on top of me.

“Don’t hide from me. That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. You used my mouth like your personal grinding pad. Fuck, it was sexy.”

“Oh my god, you have the filthiest mouth!” I squeal as he kisses under my breast.

“I’ve been taking notes from all those dirty books you read,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue along the fullness of my breast until he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

“I can’t fucking wait to feel you riding me, using those hips like that. Are you gonna show me how, Killer?”

“I need a second. My legs haven’t recovered.”

“In that case, let me help you.”

He slips off his pants and then his boxers, the hard length of him springing free. I watch the head bob, his hand gripping the base of his thick, veiny cock. He crawls over the mattress, pushing my knees up into my chest and inspecting me. I feel my blood pumping furiously, spreading up my neck. He lines the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing my clit as he rubs it up and down.

“These fucking tits, Olivia. You’ve been teasing me with those crop tops for two fucking years. I’m gonna fuck these tits, baby. Not right now. Right now I need your tight pussy clenching me, but one day soon, I’m gonna fuck these tits, rub my come all over them so you know who you fucking belong to.”

I tilt my hips up and he almost slips inside me. The grip he has on his cock tells me he’s holding back. Maybe he’s taking his time or maybe he’s punishing me. I can’t tell, I can barely think right now.

“Please . . .” A breathy moan escapes me.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

Stroking his cock, once, twice, three times. My mouth waters watching him.

“Austin,” I whine, hating myself for begging.

Is this what I’ve become? I used to have all the control; I had him tied up and wanting. Now he has me pinned beneath him, begging like a sex-starved maniac. He seems to like that, though, and he rewards my begging like he’s been waiting for it. Pushing the tip of his cock through my folds, pushing deeper until my walls squeeze tightly, engulfing his length.