Haunting-Adeline

“What—" he drops me to my feet and steps back, poin ng to the floor.
My knees wobble, my balance screwed from the sharp pleasure pulsa ng
between my thighs.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I don’t argue, mainly because the loss of the orgasm is painful and my
legs are incapable of suppor ng my weight much longer.
Angry tears line the edges of my eyelids, but I bite back my snarky
comment. He'll only make my punishment worse.
I expect him to slide back inside of me from behind, but his hands dart
between my legs and grab me from the underside of my hips, li ing me up
un l my knees are no longer on the ground and forcing me to catch myself
from face plan ng. I feel his hot breath fan across my pussy a second
before his teeth latch onto my clit.
I yelp, jerking from the bite of pain. But he doesn’t torture me like last
me. Immediately he suc ons my clit in his mouth and laps at my dripping
cunt.
He hums, sending delicious vibra ons radia ng throughout my core.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, before flicking his tongue against
my clit.
I look up and shamelessly watch him feast on me from behind. I turn my
head un l I get the best view of him on his knees behind me, ea ng my
pussy like a starved man.
The impending orgasm is renewed and more looming than before. I’m
incapable of grinding back into his face like I want, so I’m helpless against
his lashing tongue.
“Zade, please,” I beg, my eyes crossing from the pleasure.
“Does my li le mouse want to come?” he asks, his own voice breathless
and uneven.
I would call him a liar if he ever tried to deny his desire for me, but that’s
the thing about Zade—he's never tried to hide how much he wants me.
He’s never sugarcoated or denied the fact that he desperately craves me.
“Yes,” I plead on a groan.
He pulls away, and I scream at him in frustra on, pounding my fist
against the floor. Fury from being denied a second me overwhelms me,
and I thrash against his hold.
He laughs at my a empt.