Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,43

makes you crazy. Violent. Needy to the point where you can’t control your roughness.” Each description came with a slight shift of his hips, the crown of his dick rubbing over my clit. “If my cock slides inside you, it’s going to hurt you, Kyle. It’s going to fuck you so hard, you’ll bleed. It’s going to pound you until the walls of your pussy are completely raw. Until I’ve come inside you so many times, I’ve completely filled your cunt.” He grabbed my cheeks, the pads of his fingers digging into my skin. “Think about this before you beg me to stay.”

It was a warning.

And it was as sexy as foreplay, as his tongue flicking my clit. Wetness dripped down my inner thighs, spreading every time I rubbed them together. My pussy clenched as I thought about him being inside me.

“I’m not scared.”

I gasped when I felt his hand move between my legs and push them apart. He didn’t ease his way in. He didn’t tease my hole or rub my clit. He slid two fingers inside and thrust them in and out.

“You should be.”

“Ahh,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders, surprised at how quickly my orgasm was building. “I want it rough, Garin.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop…even if you want me to.”

Another warning. One that should have filled me with fear. It did just the opposite. Someone who could make me feel this good with just his fingers would only make me feel better when he finally gave me his dick.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

He took my lip between his teeth and bit down. It was hard enough to draw blood. While he held my mouth hostage, he growled.

“More,” I begged, my voice muffled since he still had ahold of my lip.

He pressed his beard against my chin, roughing up the sensitive skin. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

“How—” I was cut off when his face disappeared down my body.

His fingers continued to plunge in and out of me, his mouth immediately diving onto my clit. In one long sweep, his tongue flattened against me, giving my clit the friction and heat and wetness it desired. When he reached the top, he flicked it with just the tip of his tongue.

“Garin!” I screamed, digging my nails into his shoulders, barely able to stop my legs from thrashing, my head from grinding into the scratchy wool.

“This tastes so fucking good.” He sucked my clit into his mouth and released it. “I need to feel you on my tongue, Kyle. Your quivering and bucking, your cunt tightening around my fingers. Give it to me.”

My legs spread more as his fingers hammered into me, his tongue licking just the right spot. My eyes closed, and my stomach tightened as I let the build ride on.

“Your clit is getting so fucking hard. You’re close. I want it.”

Kyle.

“It’s yours,” I moaned, knowing it was only going to take a few more seconds.

“Tell me.”

“I’m…”

“TELL ME.”

“I’m going to—ah!” I shouted as his tongue left me, his fingers pulling out. I was almost at the peak, and then the feeling was…gone.

“I told you that you’d regret asking for more.”

I leaned up so that I could see his face. “You’re punishing me?”

“I’m taking what I want, and that’s bringing you so close to the edge until I can feel you almost start to fall.”

“Like I said…you’re punishing me.”

He glanced down at my pussy, a ravenous hunger spreading through his eyes before they met mine again. “Call it what you want.”

“And what about what I—oh God.”

He was licking me again. As he stared at me through his lashes, his tongue swept from side to side, his fingers driving into me. And there was that deliciously intense build. It returned as quickly as it had left, forcing my back to the floor, my hands pinching the blanket. It felt as though his tongue were vibrating on my clit. As though his fingers were filling me as thickly and as wildly as his dick would be.

Maybe if I didn’t warn him, he wouldn’t know. Maybe if I tried to quiet my moaning, I’d slip an orgasm through. Maybe…

“Mmm,” he growled. “So close…I can feel it on my tongue.” He stopped, pulling out of me completely. The only thing that hit me was his exhale.

I clawed at the blanket, rocking my hips toward him, waiting for his mouth to return. When he still didn’t touch me, I begged, “Garin, give it to me.”

I can’t take this.

Breathe, Kyle.

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