The Player (The Game Maker #3) - Kresley Cole Page 0,47
as I begged, “Please tongue my clit. It throbs so bad, I can’t stand it! Lick it. Taste it.”
His fingers bit into my thighs. “Would you prefer my tongue on your clit? Or in you?” With a husky groan, he licked right at my entrance—then he fucked it with his stiffened tongue.
Once my mind caught up with what my body was experiencing, I screamed. Shattered. “Oh, my God! YES!” My back arched like a bow, thighs closing around his ears as he licked me deep. . . .
But once I’d peaked, he kept going, ravenous. He spread me wide with both hands to lap up my cum.
I twisted beneath his mouth. “Too much! Too much, Dmitri!”
He ignored me! I tried to break his kiss, but he wasn’t budging, too busy making a meal out of me.
I couldn’t fight him, couldn’t push him away, was helpless to do anything other than take the pleasure he forced on me. He’d warned me of this!
Finally, I surrendered to it.
To him.
Only then did he give me a reprieve. He nuzzled me again, his harsh breaths tickling my hypersensitive flesh.
My head fell back. “Oh, my God.” I’d just come harder than ever before—from oral sex. And he hadn’t even touched my clit.
There’d never been anything wrong with me. I was floating. I love you, Dmitri Sevastyan. Not really. Maybe. I couldn’t.
My pussy is in love with your mouth and wants to get married.
He didn’t sound as enamored of me when he said, “You neither asked for, nor received my permission to come.”
Weirdly, I wasn’t satisfied. I needed more. I leaned up. “You wanted me mindless—I am!” I didn’t care about the mixed signals I was giving. I didn’t care about anything but sex with this man. “Please fuck me.” I’d had a sampling of his fingers and tongue. What could he do with his entire body?
“You’d hate me afterward.” He pressed a loving kiss to one of my thighs.
His emotions were only heightening this already mind-blowing experience. My hips decided to roll for him.
“Look at you offering up your pussy to me. How could I not want to possess you for my own?” He tilted his own hips, showing off his mouthwatering shaft. “I’m about to spill without a single touch. Watch my cock when I make you come next.”
“Next?”
“Uh-huh. At least two more times like this.” His tongue returned to my slit.
“Ahhh!” I jolted as much from sensation as from realization. He really was going to do it. . . .
My world diminished until all I knew was his tongue. The flat of his tongue, the sides of it, the tip.
The frenzy in me built once more. “Don’t torture me again!”
“Do you want me to kiss your clit now?”
“PLEASE!” I twisted frantically.
“Though you don’t deserve it . . .” He engulfed my bud with his mouth.
Suction? He was sucking on my—
“YES!” I screamed my release. “Fuck, fuck, YES, YES, YES!” My thighs shook, body writhing through another bone-melting climax.
But he kept nursing my bud, his groans vibrating it.
The staggering sensations only ramped up. The intensity mounted until I feared what would happen when I came. Would I black out?
Right when I was on the verge, he stopped sucking. “Your sweet little clit couldn’t be more swollen. Woman, it does throb.”
“No more teasing, Dmitri!”
He sank his finger inside me, curling it as he’d done last night. “Tell me you belong to me.”
Instinct whispered not to. He would take my words to heart, considering this some sort of real promise to him. “Let me come!”
“You will be mine, Vika.” He worked in another finger. “Tell me you belong to me. Say the words.”
Desperate, I told him, “I really, really, really think you should fuck me now.”
“Nyet.” He gave a hungry suck on my clit.
The more I lost control, the more I talked. “Then l-let me give you head. I need my mouth on your cock. Dmitri, untie me, and I’ll suck it so good for you.”
His voice sounded crazed as he bit out, “Would you swallow my cum?”
“Yes!” I craved to take him down. Needed to be as wicked as he was. Comprehension: I crave his cum.
“Say the words!” His brows drew together in pain. “And I’ll give it to you.”
My fists clenched again. “Okay, okay! I belong to you.”
“If you want to come again, say them like you mean them.” Another brief suck.
My head thrashed. “I belong to you!”
“Again!” He licked and fingered me at the same time.