Page 90 of Spark of Sorcery

“Fuck, I love how pink and swollen and wet you are for me. Such a fucking good girl.” He licks his lips. “And good girls get to come!”

“Too fucking right!” I mutter, which makes him chuckle.

He’s still chuckling as he throws my legs over his shoulders and nestles his face into my pussy, kissing me passionately like he just kissed my mouth.

It’s intense, my core tightening and my fingers clawing at the bed covers.

“Beaufort!” I cry out as he sucks my clit into his mouth and goes right on sucking. My core tightens even more, my legs shaking around his head, and shivers of something beginning to build in my body. I’m on the cusp of it, the feeling building and building towards its summit, my spine arching and then …

He fucking stops!

“No!” I scream, rubbing my pussy unashamedly against his mouth, chasing that friction and that feeling. “No!” I scream, as I collapse back down on the mattress, unsatisfied and seriously pissed off. “Why did you stop?”

“It’s called edging, sweetheart, and it’s the best sort of torture there is!”

He plants an innocent peck of a kiss against my clit, that in itself enough to have me trembling again, and then he licks at me – slow, gentle licks at first, becoming faster and harder over time until he’s flicking at me with force and all that tension crescendos again, lifting me right up to the end.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg him, “please don’t stop this time!”

But Beaufort Lincoln is not one to take orders and so once again he leaves me hanging.

“No!” I screech, thrashing about on the bed, trying to release my hands to finish the job myself. “You’re such an asshole.”

“I always used to get in trouble for playing with my food,” he says, absentmindedly, eyes fixed on my pussy, stroking his fingers over my thighs. “You’re dripping now, sweetheart, so wet it’s untrue. I’ve never seen a girl this wet before.”

My hands may be restrained, but my legs aren’t and I manage to kick him for that.

“Do not talk about other girls when your head is buried between my legs.”

“How can I make it up to you? Like this?” He licks me again, like he did before. “Or this?” He kisses my clit, pressing it between his lips. “Or this?” He sucks me right up into his mouth.

“All of it!” I pant, my body covered in afine sheen of sweat and the sheet beneath me damp with my arousal and his spit.

This time he does as I say. He gives me everything, kisses and licks, flicks, and sucks, twirling around my clit one minute and fucking my pussy with his tongue the next. This time, when the pressure builds, he doesn’t pull away, he lets it build and build and build until I’m crashing over the edge into ecstasy itself.

“Oh stars,” I mutter, as I sail away somewhere heavenly, tingles racing across my body and my pussy contracting in waves. I hang there suspended for several long seconds and then my body jolts with the aftershocks.

The shadows at my wrists race away and Beaufort flops down on the bed beside me, wiping at the wetness on his face and licking his lips like he just gorged on chocolate mousse.

“Good?” he asks, tweaking at my nipple.

I’m still catching my breath. I have no words.

He massages my breast. “Ready to go again?”

“What?!” I cry, but he’s already heading down south. This time he lies on his side and rocks me onto mine, lifting my leg so he can access my pussy.

The way he is curled around me, his crotch is positioned right in front of my face, his boxers bulging.

He gives me a lick, then peers down between us. “You going to return the favor this time, sweetheart?”

“You don’t have to …” I start, but never finish, because he’s already licking me.

“Got to make up for all those lost days,” he says like a man on a mission.

I lower his boxers and his cock springs eagerly out, hard and erect and already dribbling pre-come.

I lean in closer, licking his head like he is licking me.