Page 25 of Filthy Little Lies

He rubs his fingers over my pussy, soaking the fabric even more before he brings his mouth over my pussy. The heat of his lips bleeds through the material as he kisses the wet spot. Then, using his tongue, he licks me through my panties.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good already, and I haven’t even gotten to your pussy.” He pulls the material to the side, exposing me again to his hungry eyes and inhales deeply. “So fucking sweet.”

I clench my hands at my sides, telling myself that no matter what he does, I will not respond. If he thinks he can drag me right to the edge and leave me there again, he’s crazy.

“Last night, I left you with too much energy. So tonight, I’m going to make sure you’re too tired to be a bad girl.” He swipes his tongue through my pussy lips, then pries them apart to flick my clit.

There’s no stopping the moan that erupts from my body.

“Such a good girl. Now, behave, and let me have my fun.” He slowly sinks two fingers into me, curling them at exactly the right spot just as he sucks my clit between his lips.

I nearly leap from the bed as my orgasm rips through me out of nowhere. He holds me down with one hand on my belly, licking my clit in even strokes as the waves of the orgasm slowly ebb.

“That’s one.” He mutters against me, twisting his fingers and pumping them with more force. “You owe me three more.”

Three?! I’m just about to inform him that’s not possible. That I’ve never even come close to anything like that, when his tongue moves in a new pattern. Swirling counterclockwise then reversing, over and over while his fingers continue to thrust into me.

“You can do it, sweetheart, give me another.” He flicks his tongue sharper.

My body jerks in response.

With each passing circle of his tongue, he increases the pressure until it’s almost too much to bear, then he slows and eases off. As though driving me to the top of the mountain and letting me slide back down before falling over the side.

He slides his hand from my stomach to my breast, cupping it gently at first, then pinching my nipple.

“Oh!” I grab at his hand, but he slaps my breast before I can get a hold of him.

“Stay out of my way. I’m happy to use the belt again, but it’ll be on your pussy instead of your ass this time.” He lifts his gaze up to mine, waiting until I’m locked in on him before he flicks his tongue over my clit again. “And you don’t want that, I promise you.”

I’m not sure I want any of this. I can’t comprehend what’s happening, only that my body is no longer under my own control.

“Come for me again, sweetheart, you can do it.” He twists his fingers and pinches my nipple again. “Now, baby, be a good girl and come for me.”

As though his words stroke me as sweetly as his fingers are, another orgasm builds and builds until it explodes through me. I scream out from the intensity. My body is taut and too alive, but he’s not done.

“Good girl. That’s two. Halfway there.” He continues, licking and thrusting. Twisting and pinching.

I claw at the bedding beneath me, writhing under his tongue, needing more and needing him to stop at the same time.

When the third orgasm hits, my body hums with electricity.

“So good, that’s three. One more.” He lifts his eyes to mine. “You can do it, I know you can.”

Tears build, sliding down my cheeks.

“Please, Gabriel, I can’t. You don’t understand, it’s too much. It’s too much.” My heavy breathing keeps me from being able to enunciate the words clearly enough.

Or he just doesn’t care because he doesn’t stop.

He lifts his head, looking up my body at me. “You owe me one more. Bad girls have to pay their consequences.”

“No. Please,” I whine as another tear slips.

“Should I make it two more?”

I shake my head, licking at my dry lips.

“Then show me you can be a good girl and give me one more.”