Page 40 of A Lethal Game of Trust

He stepped back and cupped my breasts. “I’ve dreamed of these precious tits. Look at how they fill my palms. Perfect.” He circled my areola with his tongue as one of his handsslipped down my stomach to run through my pussy and tease my entrance. “I’ve imagined sucking on them…” He took my nipple in his mouth, releasing it with a pop. “Biting them…” He nipped at the flesh of my tits. “I’ve imagined fucking them and covering you in my cum, it dripping down your chest.”

A single finger entered me, but hardly. Just a tease.

“Today, though, I’m going to fuck you properly. We’ll get to that another time.”

My eyes snapped open. Another time?

That was why I didn’t want to do this here. Our time would be short and rushed in case Mia came back. At a hotel, he could ravage me for hours.

“I’m not going to be able to do everything I need to you in one session,” he confirmed.Session. As if I were a workout.

“But Ihaveto taste you.”

He pulled me around and pushed me down into the corner seat of his L-shaped sofa before tearing off my knickers and spreading my legs wide, feet dangling off the edge.

Unlike me, he didn’t need to be forced to his knees. His eyes bore into mine as he lowered and leaned forward, his tongue flicking against my clit. My hips bucked and he held me down, throwing my thighs over his shoulders as he lapped me up like he really meant what he said — he had to taste me. He started slowly, the slightest of pressures, a perfect tease. The tension built, almost as if he was working me out. When I started panting, he didn’t push any further, keeping his licks at a deliciously tormenting pace.

I squealed against him as he forced me to remain in his strong arms. My hands in his hair, I didn’t feel him come up to breathe. Not once. When he lifted me higher to run his tongue up to my ass, no amount of strength could keep medown as I wriggled with pleasure, jolts of it striking in waves up my body, especially when he placed his thumb back on my clit. He stayed there, working his tongue against my ass, surely knowing how it left me sweating, my body so hot, my breathing so shallow as I came with a cry.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he came up for air, his lips glistening with me. “God, I can’t wait to fuck your ass if that’s how you react to my tongue there.”

My eyes widened as he lazily dragged a finger through my folds.

“Oh, no, that can’t be true,” he crooned as two fingers entered my pussy, pumping slowly. “You don’t enjoy anal? I don’t believe you.”

“No, it’s not—”

But the smirk that overcame him told me I didn’t need to finish my sentence.

“You’ve never?”

I only shook my head as his fingers curled inside of me, hitting the spot that made me shiver. His pace picked up and I had to hold back another cry.

“You will soon, baby. You’ll fucking love it.”

What I fucking loved was how he called me baby. It was the last thing I expected him to say but I needed to hear it again and again. I would do anything for him to say it.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore,” I begged and tried to reach for him. “Please.”

“What did I tell you?” he asked, his breath hot against where I ached.

“I — I—”

“That you would soon be begging.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Come for me once more, Leo. Once more and I’ll bury my cock in you just how you want.”

My eyes rolled back at his dirty words. I should have expected nothing less from him. But hearing them in my ear, intended for me, had me coming undone again as his fingers kept going and his thumb drew light circles in my clit, the slightest pressure.

“God, I’ll do whatever you want,” he breathed in my ear. “Name it. Ask it. It’s done.”

But, at that moment, I didn’t want anything. I was chanting his name over and over with each wave of heat that ran through my bones.

Like he had last night, he pulled his fingers out of me but instead of him sucking on them, he placed them to my mouth. “Open.”

I did, taking them between my lips and sucking off the taste.