Page 115 of Let's Be Forever

I grind my teeth, swallow hard as my dick throbs, aching to be released from the confines on the denim. “You’re killing me.”

“You’re wasting my time and I’m desperate to come. If you don’t hurry, I will make you watch and I won’t let you touch me,” she rasps, smiling sweetly. “So hurry up and be good for me.” She snaps her fingers.

Jesus Christ, I love this woman. I’m moving forward, eyes centered on her dripping pussy while I know hers are wandering over my arms, shoulders, and back, everywhere I know her nails will be scratching.

I’m by her feet within seconds. I’m not panting, but I’m damn close. Anna looks like a fucking wet dream, wet and waiting for me. Fuck…I don’t know how I’ll last.

I’m sitting on my knees, ready to devour her. I can already imagine my tongue and mouth exploring before she closes her legs.

I let out a frustrated groan. “Anna,” I grit, laying my palms on her knees. “Spread your fucking thighs right now or I swear?—”

She rolls her eyes like the brat she is. “I didn’t say you could eat yet.” She smirks and leans forward, wrapping the tie around her hand. She jerks it, tugging me forward. My heart races. It’s so goddamn loud I struggle to hear anything else.

“Is this what you want? To have control?” I arch a brow, meeting her dilated, heated gaze.

She splits her legs open, pulling harder, growing wetter, and then I note the wet stain on the sheets. “I like it when you listen to me, when you get desperate, when you whimper.”

I inhale a sharp breath, chuckling under my breath. “Will you be quiet as I eat? I don’t?—”

“No one is here. It’s just you and me.”

My dick jumps. I’m certain I’m leaking pre-cum. I scrub my palm over my face, fighting back the urge to do everything I want to do. “What do you need? Tell me, baby.”

“Beg.” Her grip on the tie tightens. I don’t breathe easy but I don’t need to for what I’m about to do.

I drop to her feet, my mouth close to her ankle. “Anna.” I plant a kiss on the bone and work my way up to her calf and to the inside of her knee. “Meu bem, let me taste you. Let me have you.” I nip her the skin inside her thigh and drag my tongue halfway up, leaving a wet trail. “Please, baby, Ineedto feel you.” My voice is deep, gruff, impossible to get under control. “I need your come on my tongue, on my face. I want to swallow it and for it to coat my throat. Let me have you.Please.”

I’m whimpering at this point, but I don’t care. My face is close to her pussy; my mouth so close I can almost taste her.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you? Look at you, so easy for me. I knew you always were.” She’s enjoying the fuck out of this, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. The praise and degradation stir something in both me and my cock. It’s harder than before, and beads of sweats dot my forehead.

“Please, Anna,” I beg, squeezing my fisted hands tight, eager, desperate to be hers and to come. “Let me have you.”

She shudders and goose bumps decorated her skin. “You can eat now,” she supplies lazily, as if inconvenienced, as if I were a nobody, as if she’s anticipating I’ll leave her unsatisfied.

She doesn’t let go of the tie when I slip my hands under her thick thighs, drag her closer to the edge of the bed, and lower my mouth to her center. I don’t break eye contact when I drag my tongue over her pussy and swallow her arousal, not when I raise it to her pulsing clit and draw it between my lips. I suck it hard and hold her firmly as she squirms and attempts to rock her hips.

Anna pants, harshly pulling the tie. I choke on the lack of oxygen but it only excites me more, knowing she’s the reason for it, that she’s squeezing her thighs around my head.

I revel in the way her clit becomes engorged, how it throbs against my tongue, how she moans and pushes herself against me. She ardently rolls her hips, the foreplay past us as she pleads with me to come.

She’s close. I feel it in the way her thighs quiver, her ass almost lifting off the bed and the impatient sounds leaving her mouth.

“That’s what I thought.” I breathe against her pussy and grab her vibrator. “You’re such a brat and so fucking spoiled. You’re going to regret talking to me like that.”

Her eyes widen with trepidation but it’s all a facade. Behind the worry, she’s ready and excited. It’s telling in the way her breathing picks up and her nipples harden.

I don’t warn her as I latch onto her clit, sucking it hard, and thrust the vibrator inside her. She jolts, gasps, and tenses. Her back bends, fingers clutching the sheets as her other hand yanks the tie.

I clamp my lips on her clit, flicking my tongue over it rapidly while slipping the toy in and out just as fast. She lets go of the tie and clutches the sheets with both hands, riding my face—or at least attempting to, because right as I know she’s about to let go, I draw back and remove the toy.

She gasps again, staring at me wide-eyed.

“No!” she yells, fuming. “I swear if you don’t?—”

“But I’m the one who’s easy? Just look at you. I have you begging and screaming and looking so goddamn messy.” I stand and smirk, cupping her jaw to tilt her head back. “Be patient. Be easy. And let me do whatever the fuck I want.” I gather my saliva, force her mouth open, and spit inside her.

Her eyes grow even wider than before. “Don’t swallow it yet.” I use the other hand and slips two fingers inside, rubbing my saliva over her tongue and thrusting them down her throat. She gags and grabs hold of my wrist, but she doesn’t pull it away. “You sound so pretty when you gag.”