Page 172 of Sexting the Pakhan

Her breath breaks. “I hate you,” she says weakly.

“No, you don’t.”

I suck her clit again, harder this time, and she jerks so violently she nearly knocks the chair over with her heel.

Then I slide two fingers into her pussy.

She cries out.

Hot. Tight. So wet my fingers sink in easily, coated in her almost at once.

I pump them into her slowly at first, feeling the way she grips me, the way her body tries to take more and hold me there at thesame time. Then I curl them, searching, and the second I hit the right spot she goes rigid.

“There,” I say.

She shakes her head as if that will save her. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

Her eyes flash down at me. “You know exactly what.”

I do.

That’s why I do it again.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I keep them there, rubbing into that spot while my tongue works her clit in the same relentless rhythm. Her body starts to lose coordination. One thigh quivers on my shoulder. Her hand in my hair tightens almost painfully. Her breath comes faster and faster until it’s not really breathing anymore, just little broken noises she can’t control.

I look up at her again.

She’s wrecked already. Hair falling loose. Blouse twisted. Face flushed all the way down her throat. One breast almost slipping free where she must have tugged at herself earlier.

Beautiful.

Mine, some ugly part of me thinks immediately.

Then my mouth is back on her clit before I can hate myself properly for it.

She’s close now. I can feel it in the way her hips can’t stay still, in the way her pussy keeps fluttering around my fingers, in the way she has stopped pretending this isn’t exactly what she wanted.

“Tell me,” I say.

Her head tips back. “No.”

I give her clit one long, slow lick and curl my fingers deeper inside her.

She nearly sobs. “Fuck.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m close.”

I press my thumb harder against her clit and fuck her with my fingers in short, deep strokes. “Come, then.”

She shakes her head helplessly. “Oh God, please.”

I suck her clit into my mouth and hold it there while my fingers keep moving in her dripping pussy, and that finishes her.

She comes hard. Her whole body locks up. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers. She gasps my name so sharply it almost sounds like a cry, and then she’s shaking over me, one leg slipping against my shoulder, one hand slamming flat against the table to keep herself up.