“Fuck, Zeth.” Her head kicks back, rocking to one side as I work my fingertips in small, tight, purposeful circles over her clit. She’s staring at me, beautiful, so turned on I can see it in her eyes, when I lift my fingers to my own mouth and slide them inside. She tastes so fucking good. Guys say that about girls all the time, but I really fucking mean it. The taste of her pussy on my tongue is enough to send the blood roaring through my veins like combustion fuel in a high-powered engine. I feel like I could do zero to a hundred in less than a second.
“Fuck, Sloane. You’re incredible. Lift your knees for me. Now.” She bridges her legs, feet pressed flat against the bed, and holds them there. I know she wants to let her knees fall to the sides, opening herself up for me, but she’s good. She waits.
That clamp from yesterday enters my head, stowed safely back in the black duffel I keep in the bottom of the wardrobe, but I reject that idea. I do want to make her moan. I do want to make her twitch. But I want my head between her legs, too, and I can’t lick her with that thing in the way.
My eyes catch on the plate I brought up here with me and I know what I’m going to do. Reaching over, I pick up a piece of the pineapple and throw it into my mouth. Tastes so sweet it twinges at the sides of my tongue. “Mmm, yeah, baby. You’re gonna like this, and so am I,” I say. Sloane fights back a surprised smile as I take another piece of the pineapple and I head down between her legs.
I’m not in the mood to be careful. Fuck that. Shoving her knees apart myself, I get down there and take hold of her ankles, throwing her legs over my shoulders. “Are you ready, Angry Girl?”
She bites her lip, her head rolling back. I know she wants to arch her back off the bed again, lift her hips up to meet my mouth, but she knows there’ll be consequences if she does. I’ll tease the fuck out of her for hours and I won’t let her come, and that’s not something she enjoys. Me, on the other hand… Torturing her like that gives me a particular thrill that no amount of breakfast making and domesticated life will be able to tamp down.
I bite carefully down on the piece of cold pineapple and press it into her pussy with my mouth. She gasps, hands tightening as I work it up and down, slowly tracing it from the entrance to her pussy all the way up to her clit. I want to pump my fingers inside her. I want to make her fucking scream. I can be patient when the situation calls for it, though. Instead I tease her with the piece of fruit, enjoying the flavor of it mixed in with the slick juices of her tight, amazing pussy.
I can’t help myself. I have to touch myself. Reaching down, I slide my hand inside my boxers and I take hold of my cock, squeezing the tip. Feels fucking amazing, but I know sinking myself balls deep into the woman in this bed is going to be a million times better. I’m already planning where I’m going to come. Over her tits. In her mouth. Her stomach. Her back. I want to mark her all over with my come, rub it into her skin. Into her pussy. Claim her as mine.
I swallow the pineapple, and then I set to working my tongue over Sloane’s clit. The fruit was fun, but I don’t need it anymore. I just need her pussy in my mouth and her come on my tongue. And I’m gonna make it fucking happen right now. Carefully, I push my index finger inside her, teasing myself as much as her with how slowly I do it. She’s trembling violently by the time I’m knuckle-deep. She’s so tight. I’ll never get over how incredible her body is. How tightly she squeezes my cock when I’m inside her.
I can’t wait to get to that point. First, I let myself pump her with my fingers, knowing she’s imagining they’re my cock. I go slow at first but then pick up speed, matching the motion with the sweeps of my tongue over her swollen clit. I could suck on the hot bundle of nerves and make her explode, I know I could. But I refrain. This is just too much fucking fun.
She’s begging me to let her come by the time I give in. And she really does fucking explode. I lick and suck at her, groaning like a goddamn savage as she comes all over my tongue. So. Fucking. Hot. She buries her hands in my hair and grinds up against me, her body shaking, falling apart as she climaxes.
I have absolutely no self-control after that. As soon as the tension falls out of her body, her muscles sinking heavy into the mattress, I grab hold of her hips and spin her over, throwing her onto her front and then lifting her hips so that her ass is in the air. “We’re not done yet, Angry Girl.” I lay my hand against her skin, making a sharp cracking sound as my palm connects with the soft curve of her ass.
“Fuck!” She gasps out, instinctively grabbing hold of the bed sheets, like she knows how hard I’m about to fuck her. Like she knows she’s about to be seeing stars. I lose the boxers, and then there’s nothing between me and my angry girl. I trace my cock from her clit upward, gauging her reaction, seeing where she wants me to stop…where she wants me the most. I don’t even make it to her ass. She’s pushing back against me, panting hard as I tease the tip of my dick against the opening of her pussy.
“You want me, Sloane? How bad do you want me inside you right now?”
“Fuck. Please. Please… Please… I need you,” she moans.