His words unleash another wave of heat within me. If he doesn’t put his mouth on me now, I’ll grab his head and put him where I want him. Instantly, I wonder if I would end up with a few more strikes across my burning ass as punishment. I bite my lip at the thought. No one has ever spanked me before . . . and it was hot. I’m tempted to do exactly what he said to get him to do it again.
My thoughts derail as Cav’s palms slide up my inner thighs, stopping just short of where I want him. “I like you like this. Wet. Bare. Waiting for me like a good girl to take whatever I give you. Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this for years. What you taste like. How hot this pussy is going to be once I get my mouth on it.”
“Are you trying to make me beg?” I ask, my tone so husky, my voice doesn’t sound like me.
Cav’s chuckle is dark as his breath brushes my inner thighs. “When I want you to beg, you’ll know it.”
Those are the last words he speaks before he repositions himself between my legs and his hands palm my ass, spreading me wide. His lips graze my clit and my muscles clench deliciously. When his mouth closes over me, I can’t hold back a moan.
After a few teasing circles and licks, I’m already pressing down on his face. Cav doesn’t waste time—or let me dictate his movements. He’s devouring me, swirling my clit, eating me like I’m his favorite dessert. And I want to be.
My fingers grip the counter as he fucks me with his tongue, and I writhe against his mouth. My slickness must be dripping on him, and he increases the pressure, pulling me more firmly against his mouth. I do exactly what he told me I would do—ride his face.
My orgasm is close. I’ve never come this quickly before . . . actually, I’ve never come from oral sex ever. But Cav’s dominant words and his commanding and skilled performance are about to change that.
And when one thumb slides across my ass to that spot, something inside me splinters. Untried nerve endings flare to life at the pressure of his thumb on my ass.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. What—”
My nipples harden even further as the pleasure center in my brain shifts into overdrive. Too many sensations, and the orgasm explodes with the scream from my lungs.
Cav doesn’t stop. The pressure on my ass intensifies, forcing the waves of my orgasm to continue ripping through my body. I’m shaking, hands gripping the edge of the counter like it’ll help me hold on to my sanity. I open my mouth to plead for something, what I’m not sure, when he pulls away and stands behind me.
His hands caress my arms, skimming across my sensitized skin until they close over my fingers. Lowering his head, he nips my earlobe between his teeth. “You did good, baby girl. You’re still holding on. But you’re not gonna let go until you scream for me twice, are you?”
“Not letting go.” I want to scream for him twice. I want more of this body-shaking pleasure he’s given me. Seeking more contact, I push my ass into the erection pressing against me.
Cav keeps talking, his tone seductive and slow. “You liked my thumb on your ass. You’re gonna take a hell of a lot more there. I’m gonna stretch you out until you can take my cock.”
Shivers chase down my spine as I release a small moan against the counter. I want him and all the forbidden things he says he’s going to give me.
“But not tonight. Tonight I’m gonna fuck this tight little pussy again. You know why?”
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because it’s mine. It was made for my cock. Every guy in that bar wanted to be me tonight, and it didn’t have jack shit to do with who I am. They all wanted to be the guy taking you home and fucking you tonight. But they can’t have you because I’m not letting you go again. Do you understand me?” Every word rings with the distinct sound of possession.
I try to nod, but my cheek against the counter doesn’t allow it.
“Answer me, Greer.”
“Yes.” Right now, I’d say anything he wanted to hear. I need him inside me.
“Good girl.” He releases his grip on my hands. “Don’t move.”
Once again, his touch is all I can focus on as his palms follow the curves of my body. I love how he handles me so confidently—no question of whether I’m going to enjoy what he’s going to give me.
His hands disappear and the sound of his zipper and the rustle of his jeans meet my ears. My anticipation ratchets up a dozen notches when he slides his cock between my legs and teases me with the head.
“Hope you’re ready, baby.” He presses against my entrance and sinks to the hilt with a single thrust.
I moan against the counter, my fingers uncurling and clenching where he told me to hold on. Filled. Taken. Owned. All of these feelings riot inside me as he fucks me with sharp drives of his hips, slowing for a few and then fucking me harder.
My fingers twitch with the urge to reach down and touch my clit, ensuring my orgasm will hit me fast and hard, but I keep my hold, trying to obey. Something about wanting to touch myself but knowing I can’t sends me higher, hotter, faster.