“Taste,” he whispered. “See why I can barely keep my lips from your juicy cunt, no matter how dangerous things get.”
Elizabeth gasped in shock as he smeared the thick moisture over her lower lip, his gaze flaring with such fiery lust it nearly stole her breath.
“Taste,” he urged her again.
Her tongue flickered out. He grimaced in almost violent pleasure, which did no more than urge her on. She loved that look on his hard face, the intensity of arousal, the nearly painful desire. Her tongue ran slow and easy over the curve then, drawing in the thick moisture, pleased to realize it was a pure, earthy taste.
“Damn. Elizabeth.” That hard, primal growl was back a second before he pressed his finger between her lips, allowing her to suck the rest of her juices from his fingers. It wasn’t unpleasant; it was arousing to taste herself, to see his eyes darken, to see the hunger glow to an almost mad desperation as he watched her.
He licked his own lips, as though envious that she had tasted of the sweet moisture and he hadn’t. His shoulders lowered, his long body sitting on the floor now as he placed his hands on each thigh and bent his head to partake of her smooth flesh.
The first slow lick between the full, swollen lips of her pu**y had Elizabeth stiffening in violent pleasure. Arcing flares of pulsing sensation ripped and ricocheted through her body at the speed of light as her h*ps jerked involuntarily.
“Dash.” She moaned his name as her fingers speared through his hair, eager for a firmer touch, to have him eating her with all the hunger she could feel vibrating in his body.
“Mmm,” he mumbled against her cl*t as his tongue made a slow, delicious trek around the straining nub. His tongue licked and probed at the throbbing nub, flickering against it with light, wet caresses that had her straining to him, her fingers clenching in his hair, her body setting afire with the needs rocketing through her flesh.
“I can’t stand it,” she cried out, overwhelmed by the tenderness he displayed in his greedy feast of her flesh.
“You have to,” he groaned heatedly, his breath searing her soaked cunt as he tried to lick every drop of the flowing syrup from the shallow slit. “God, Elizabeth. You intoxicate me. I could lie between your thighs for days and survive merely on the soft cream that flows from you.”
She would have protested his declaration. Would have begged for him to take her if he hadn’t chosen that second to sink one broad finger into the clutching depths of her pu**y. She arched her hips, a strangled scream tearing from her lips at the penetration. He worked the digit in slowly, smoothing past the convulsing tissue and coating his finger once again with her juices. A protesting cry broke free of her as he retreated and shock coursed through her body as the finger slid against her lips. His lips slid lower. As Elizabeth accepted her own taste into her mouth his tongue plunged hard into her quaking vagina and his groan echoed through the room. She sucked his finger into her mouth. Her tongue licked at it desperately as his tongue flickered inside the tight depths of her pu**y. He was eating her like a man starved, dragging the flowing moisture into his mouth and returning for more. His tongue f**king her with hard heated strokes until it whipped a firestorm inside the rippling channel.
She would have screamed, but that would have meant releasing the hard finger lodged in her mouth. She was terrified the plunging thrusts up her pu**y would stop if she did, so she hung on, her lips clamped around it as she exploded violently.
Strangled screams tore from her throat as his finger slid free of her mouth, his tongue sinking over and over into her spasming tissue. He was groaning intently, obviously determined to suck every drop of juice from the tunnel before he finished.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Elizabeth was so aware of every sensitized nerve ending in her pu**y that it was nearly torture as Dash withdrew his tongue and came quickly back to his knees.
“God, I should move you to the bed,” he whispered as he stared down at her. “But you’re so damned hot, splayed out in that chair, ready for me, that I want to see you just like this as I f**k you past sanity.”
Elizabeth was breathing hard, her gaze flickering to his straining erection, the purpled head violently aroused and gleaming with his pre-come. He lifted her knees, holding her as he spread her further.
“Elizabeth,” he groaned. “Touch your br**sts.”
“What?” She shook her head.
“Play with your ni**les,” he told her roughly. “I want to watch you, see you pleasure yourself as I f**k you. Let me see you play with your pretty br**sts. Please.”
She was shocked. Even more so than she had been when he needed her to taste herself. She could feel the flush moving up her neck, her face, as she watched him. There was no denying him. No protesting his needs or her own need to please him.
Elizabeth cupped the full mounds, her thumbs and forefingers gripping her ni**les, pulling at them slowly.
“Sweet God!” he groaned, his h*ps jerking, raking the tip of his c**k against the swollen folds of her pu**y. “Yeah. Just like that. Let me see you do that as I f**k you, Elizabeth. Let me watch.”
She watched him, too. Her gaze lowered, her eyes widening at the sight of his bulging c**k nestling inside the bare, pink folds of her flesh. She felt the soft spurt of his pre-come then, the lubrication that would relax her tense tissue and make her pu**y burn that much brighter. She groaned at the warmth of it flowing into her, mixing with her own wetness and making her slicker, hotter. Dash flinched, as though the sensation were too pleasurable to endure. His eyes flickered to her face, then back to her hands at her br**sts.
“Yeah, pull at them,” he groaned as his c**k pulsed again and she pinched her own ni**les erotically.
“They’re so pretty and red. Such hard little berries, Elizabeth. Do you have any idea how good they taste to me?”
She moaned. His words alone had her on the edge of orgasm. She could feel her muscles relaxing around the hard, silk-covered steel wedge working inside her pu**y, stretching her, throbbing with hot demand as he pressed into her. The intermittent spurts of his fluid were so sexually arousing she was gasping, the fire igniting in her cunt driving her to the edge of madness.
“Are you ready for me yet, baby?” He eased the tense flesh from her cunt as she cried out in protest before easing back into her hungry vagina, spreading her tightly, heating her lusciously. “Are you ready to take me?”
“Yes. Yes. Dash, please. Fuck me.” Elizabeth could feel her juices flowing from her cunt, coating his flesh as he began to sink farther inside her.