She whimpered. Why did he want to torture her? What had she done to him?
“Please,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes as her clit bloomed into a fiery knot of agony. “It hurts. Make it stop hurting.”
He shook his head as though confused. “What hurts?”
Didn’t he know? He had turned her into a mass of hunger so intense she was dying with it.
“Damn you,” she cursed him bitterly, arching to him, rubbing her br**sts into his chest, moaning at the sensation. “You know what I mean. Make it stop now, I can’t stand it.”
His hand moved from her head, flattening on her waist before smoothing to her thigh. She stilled, her lips parting as she gasped for air, her gaze locked with his as he began to draw the loose skirt of her dress up her legs.
Yes.
Cool air whispered over the stockings she wore, easing the brutal heat for just a second before it returned full force. She twisted as it cleared her knees, arched as the fabric slid over her thighs. She would have screamed when his fingers grazed the crotch of her panties if his lips hadn’t covered hers again, his tongue pumping into her mouth as he suddenly ripped the panties, miniscule as they were, from her writhing body.
When his hand returned, she stilled, a cry tearing from her throat as the heat of his palm cupping her pu**y sent arcs of lightning flaring through her body. His head lifted slowly, his eyes narrowed on her, watching her carefully as he moved lower on the bed, pushing her dress to her hips as his eyes went between her thighs.
“Waxed pu**y,” he whispered. “Do you know what a turn-on that is?”
It was convenient for her. A sense of freedom, a feminine thrill. Now, the sexuality of it ripped through her.
“What have you done to me?” She tried to talk, but it interfered with breathing. She really needed to breathe right now.
“I know what I’m going to do to you,” he muttered as his fingers parted the saturated folds, sending fingers of electricity surging over her nerve endings.
Her clit kicked into high gear, the throbbing heat washed over her, causing her to arch, to twist her hips.
“Stay still.” The order was followed by a small, stinging slap landing on her cunt.
“Oh God…” Her eyes flew open as she bucked against the fire that ripped through her. No. No. No. She was screaming the denial in her head, but her clit tightened, her juices flowing from her pu**y as the sexual pain nearly pushed her into orgasm. An orgasm she knew would defy all the laws of release and satisfaction that she had so far experienced.
“This is bad,” she heard him mutter as he jerked his shirt over his head and stood to the side of the bed. Tanned and rippling with muscle, his biceps, chest and tightly packed abs were revealed in the low light of the room. Below…she swallowed tightly at the sight of the bulge beneath those jeans. Broad, strong hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, flicking the snap loose, rasping the zipper down and then pushing the offending material, along with his underwear, down well-muscled legs. She was sure those legs looked really nice, but who the hell cared. Her eyes centered on the erection straining from between his thighs, hanging low, the heavy weight of the thick muscle pulling it down until it stood out straight from his body.
She swallowed tightly, wondering if there was a chance in hell she could actually accommodate that cock.
“I don’t know you,” she whispered, licking her lips, knowing it really didn’t matter.
“You will soon,” he growled.
Before she could say anything more he moved between her thighs, stretching out, his head poised above the wet, throbbing folds of her pu**y.
She shuddered in desperation as she felt his breath send a cooling caress over the sensitive tissue.
“Damn, this has to be the prettiest little pu**y I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he whispered, his fingers running through her slit, sending her in to a quaking, shuddering response that tore a cry from her lips.
“I’m going to eat you up, baby.”
Chapter Six
Amanda was certain she died when his tongue followed the path of his fingers. Slowly, languorously his tongue worked the snug little valley, gathering the juices that had pooled along it as she bucked at his lips. His hands held her hips tight as he licked through folds of flesh that had never known a man’s touch. Reality receded, she no longer cared who he was, what his name was, or what he intended to do with her after he was finished. All she knew was the blistering need slamming through her system, and his hot tongue licking over her flesh like fire.
He moaned into her pu**y, licked and sucked at the smooth folds of flesh, then his tongue moved higher, finally, oh dear God, finally rasping over her burning clit.
“Yes,” she moaned deliriously. “Oh yes, please, please…”
He growled, a low animalistic sound as his tongue circled the tight little bud, torturing her with her need for release, swamping her with a pleasure so brutal she could barely make sense of what was going on.
“Like that?” he whispered, his breath blowing over the straining mass of nerves.