Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,66

taste me? I’m so wet. Please?”

“No.” His resounding voice agitates my pussy. It begs for his attention. I squirm and wiggle hoping to create some friction. “Sit still for me, darlin’. I’m not above anchoring your legs to your elbows. I’ll spread your pussy wide open, so I can play, and you won’t be able to move a muscle.” His sexy baritone slides over me like a shiver on my spine.

My mind draws the picture and when it does, I murmur, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

“Oh, darlin’, don’t tempt me.” His hands move over my tits, and they’re gone. His finger brushes over my areola, with the lightest of touches. Something cold touches my nipple, and his warm lips encase it. The groan is out before I realize it. Fuck, what is that? I push my nipple up higher. More cold and wetness. His tongue circles around my nipple, forcing it to pucker in anger. His lips are gone and I whimper at the loss. Cold, wet, followed by heat on the other side.

My back arches, begging for a reprieve. “Tommy please. Bite it. Please.”

“Would you like that, darlin’?” His voice darkens, sinister and harsh.

“God, you’re driving me crazy. Bite it. Do you like hearing me say it? That I need you to suck my nipples, to bite them? It makes me so hot, so wet. Please, baby.”

“Your nipples are such a pretty shade of pink. Let’s see if I can redden them up a bit.” His tone is low and menacing, and I arch my back in a silent plea. A swift lick and he sucks it to the roof of his mouth, and finally…the bite. My back arches as I scream out. He leaves me hovering as he continues using his mouth on the other side. I can’t get enough air, my mouth is gaping. It’s too much and it’s not enough. My head twists back and forth. My nipples are pulsing, but I don’t want him to stop.

“Baby, please. I can’t take any more.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. “Put your hands on me, anything. Fuck, I need you inside me.”

There’s a quiet in the room. Darkness. No touch, no breath, no lips. I feel his weight next to me. I know he’s not gone but he’s too still. I strain against my restraints, pulling my hands and arching my back, trying to lean into him. His weight shifts on the bed and the mattress rocks as he moves lower. Two fingers enter me and I sigh as heated longing envelopes me. Fuck, it’s so intense. All I feel is his fingers inside me. I spread my legs and rock my hips forcing him to move them in and out. The fullness is exquisite. I try to move my pussy against his palm, but it’s out of reach. The slight friction builds my need. Curling his fingers inside me, he rubs my special spot, and I come undone. “My God, it feels so good.” I moan as those two fingers drive me up and up. Arching my back, I push my ribs up and stretch my legs, pointing my toes, languishing in the feeling. “My God, please don’t stop.” I breathe out in a whisper. I’m rewarded with another finger and the fullness stretches me, and it feels fucking fantastic.

“Taste me. Touch my clit.” My voice aching in a long desperate plea. “I’m so close.”

“Uh, uh,” he whispers in my ear. His voice is a vicious taunt, pulling my nerves tight.

He continues pumping his fingers into me, curling them and tapping the spot. Harder. Faster. I pull my legs up in a moment of inspiration and start to buck my hips harder against his hand. His hand is gone, and his voice rumbles. “Legs down, or we’ll do some calf roping, darlin’.”

My heart stops. I lower my legs. Fuck, I’m so close. My skin prickles, and I lick my lips. “Please, baby. I need you inside me.”

“You are not playin’ fair, darlin.” He sighs. “But, this is too much fun. Your face has a nice pink glow to it.” His voice is reverent as he whispers, “It’s beautiful, simply beautiful.”

He increases his torture by kissing me down my thigh, still moving in and out, slowing to a steady pace, keeping me hovering there. I spread my legs wider, hoping to invite him to put his mouth between my thighs. My breathing echoes in my ears. The air moves in and out of my lungs, the cool