She wanted to cry from the overwhelming pleasure, the hollow, never-ending ache that seemed to grow more intense with each touch.
“Easy, baby.” His lips whispered over the shell of her ear. “I’ll make the ache go away, Kimberly. Eventually…”
His fingers moved more firmly against the damp mound of her pu**y, his hand pressing on her tortured clit and sending brilliant explosions of white-hot heat racing through her bloodstream.
Eventually? At this rate she would dissolve from the electric pleasure before he ever got around to easing it. But she couldn’t protest, couldn’t deny the intense sensations he was building within her body.
“Damn, your pu**y is so hot you’re scalding my hand,” he growled, his voice tortured with his own arousal now as his lips moved back to her br**sts then lower.
Kimberly’s breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips travel down her stomach, her abdomen, his tongue licking her flesh, the heat of his lips searing her skin.
“Do you know what I’m going to do, Kimber?” he asked her softly as they came to the band of her silk panties.
She whimpered at the warning tone of his voice.
“I’m going to do what no other man at The Club has dared to do. I’m going to eat your sweet pu**y until you’re screaming to come. Begging me to ease the ache that’s going to consume you.”
“I’ll do it now,” she cried out, certain there was no way she could bear the additional pleasure. “I’m begging now, Jared.”
He chuckled against the silk over her clit, causing her to flinch at the sensation. She wouldn’t be able to bear it. Already her body was honed to a fever pitch of excitement.
“Then,” he continued. “I’m going to turn you over and I’m going to spank that pretty ass until it turns a bright, fiery red, for making me wait so damned long for you.”
She shuddered, her womb convulsing as she nearly climaxed from that threat alone.
“You like the thought of that?” he asked her, his voice too gentle, too deep to be anything other than a warning. “I can tell you do, baby. Your panties are so damned wet now they’ll be dripping soon.”
Her hands tightened in his hair as his fingers slid beneath the elastic band and began to lower the material. Slowly, so slowly, until the silk revealed the swollen, bare folds to his gaze.
He paused then, his body tensing above her as she watched him with drowsy heat.
His face was flushed, his lips swollen and sensual; his eyes were like thunderclouds, swirling with more shades of gray than she thought existed. Then his head lowered.
Suspended on a rack of torturous pleasure, Kimberly could do nothing but shudder violently as his tongue swiped over the cream-slick flesh of her cunt before insinuating itself into the narrow slit and slicing through it with devastating results.
It was humiliating to climax so easily. She should have had enough control to at least know the orgasm was coming. Instead, the height of excitement, the heat of his tongue, and the explosive pleasure undid her.
She arched to him, her cry shattering the silence of the room as everything inside her detonated at the lick. Her clit throbbed, pulsed, her vagina spilling the slick essence of her release.
“I’m sorry,” she cried out, shame eating at her even as the storm within her body stole her reason. “Oh God. Jared. I’m sorry.”
Her panties were ripped from her thighs and discarded as he moved lower, pressing her legs further apart, his hot breath like a whiplash of sensation against her sensitive pu**y.
Kimberly shuddered with the excess of sensation still surging through her, as well as the hunger. She couldn’t control the need, the fierce throb of desperation or her own gasping cries. Despite her release, she needed more. So much more.
“Shhh, baby, we’re not done yet,” he soothed her, his voice tight, a harsh growl that eased her, that assured her that her pleasure had only pushed his arousal higher. “It’s okay, Kimberly. Now, I get to build you back up. I’m not done with you by a long shot.”
Chapter Nine
She was being tortured. He was a cruel, black-hearted sadist to do the things he did to her.
Lying between her thighs, his mouth worshipped, his tongue alternately soothed and enflamed the swollen folds of her cunt. His tongue pressed inside her vagina, sending her into an orgasm that had her screaming for mercy. She twisted against his hold, fought the hands that anchored her to the couch and begged, pleaded with him to ease the storm riding mercilessly through her body.
When he finally rose from between her thighs, his eyes were black with lust, his face flushed with it. Kimberly shuddered with exhaustion, with her own needs and the blood thundering through her body. How she could even conceive of the need to climax again, she didn’t know. But the whipping, pleasure-induced flames that licked over her body assured her that she was more than ready for more. Ready and willing, hungry and eager.
Her breath stopped in her throat as his hands went to the buckle of his belt. She licked her lips, her eyes lowering with the excess passion surging through her body and watched as he slowly unbuckled it. The wide leather fell to the side and his hands were loosening the metal buttons that strained to stay closed over his erection.
“I wish you could see your face,” he whispered. “Flushed and damp, your lips swollen and red and so very, very f**kable. It’s my turn, Kimber. Are you ready for me?”