Sweet Little Lies (Dirty Little Lies Duet #2) - J.D. Hollyfield Page 0,14

you be able to stand and not move if I put my mouth on your cunt? Sucked you clean until you were on the brink of exploding?” The reflections from the pool lights illuminate the goosebumps lining her smooth skin. My hand twitches to spank her again for taking too long to answer me. Her welted ass cheek holding the mark of my palm is intoxicating. She baits me with every second that passes. She finally responds, and like a good little girl, she gives me the answer I want.

“Yes.”

I walk around and face her, loving how her eyes light up with passion and spark with need. A small but teasing smile creeps along my face. My little pet is hungry for me to feast on her. I sit down on the lawn chair and grab her hips, pulling her into me. She squeals at my sudden movement and bites the inside of her cheek to keep quiet as I bring her sweet pussy to my face. One lick is all it will take. I doubt she makes it thirty seconds before begging to come all over my tongue.

I do what I’ve been craving to do and suck her sweet juices, licking at her warmth, my tongue getting lost inside her. God, she tastes divine. She’s so tight. I can’t imagine how good she’s going to feel struggling to fit around me. I continue to lap at her, my tongue filling her, thrusting in and out. I need to slow down. My control is starting to slip. Her heavy breaths have me rock hard in my slacks, but with each lap, each punch of my tongue, she stays standing. I become frustrated she hasn’t tapped out, so I take it up a notch and push two fingers inside her.

Her gravelly moan is like music to my ears. So needy and desperate.

“Is this what you want, little bird?” I purr against her flesh.

“Yes,” she moans. Her hands reach for my head, threading through my hair. I should stop. Scold her for touching me without permission. She’s out of place. I should punish her for that, but I can’t stop enjoying the feel of her fingers grazing along my scalp as her hips move against my mouth. I snap, sliding a third finger inside her. Fuck, she’s so wet. Her walls begin to squeeze around my hand. That’s when I pull out and push away from her.

“Wha—What are you doing?” she pants.

“This isn’t about what you want, little bird. It’s about what I want. And I want you to come when I say.”

God, she’s stunning. Flushed and confused. I want to take her. Gag and fuck her into oblivion. The way she stares at me, I fight not to push her to the ground and fill her mouth with my cock, choking her until tears cascade down her beautiful face.

Heath is going to fucking kill me. But at least I’ll go to hell with the sweet taste of her still on my tongue.

I stand. “Climb on the chair, pet. Kneel for me.”

Such a good little girl doing as she’s told. I grab for her bathing suit top and tie her wrists together behind her back. I walk around, and this time, take the pleasure of enjoying her tits. I cup her breast, my index finger and thumb massaging her nipple. Then I pinch hard. There’s nothing more rewarding than the vocal moan that falls off her tongue. There’s no stopping myself as I lean forward, wrapping my mouth around her. My tongue circles around her nipple until I can’t take it anymore and bite down harder.

“Gabriel,” she cries. I give her what she wants and use my tongue to soothe the mark I left. An unfamiliar shift happens inside of me—and I don’t like it. I’m starting to lose grip on my control. And fast. I grab her other breast and inflict just as much pain as I do pleasure. Fuck. I want to hurt her. Fuck her. Subdue her.

I shouldn’t be this rough with her, but the way she’s breaking me down angers me.

“Your pain is my pleasure, pet. How far will you let me violate you until you’ve had enough?”

I bask in the musical sound of her arousal as she pants. “I’m not going to tell you to stop if that’s what you’re thinking.”

I reach between her legs, pushing three fingers inside her. I power in and out of her, the sound of her wet pussy pushing me over the