Page 100 of Shark’s Edge

I held her evergreen gaze in mine. “Last time I’ll say it nicely. I’m not playing games, girl. And I’m not used to saying things more than once. Now open your legs wider and let me see that wet pussy.”

Slowly, she moved her leg toward the edge of the bed. I tilted my head slightly, and she pushed it farther. “Good. Now, watch me.”

“I don’t—what—” she stammered before I started moving to get comfortable between her thighs. The questions she wanted to ask, but couldn’t organize, were answered with my position.

“Keep your eyes on me, or I stop.”

Her breaths came in quick jerks, and I chuckled. I hadn’t even put my mouth on her yet, and she was all but hyperventilating. “Breathe normally, Abbigail, or you’re going to pass out and miss all the fun.”

“You’re not very nice,” she barely more than mouthed.

“I think you’re going to change your mind in a minute,” I said almost against her mound, still with her gaze captured. Her thighs trembled, skin pebbled with chills, even though heat radiated from her core—so much so that I felt it before I took the first long swipe with my tongue.

“Fuuuccckk,” she moaned, letting her head fall back on her shoulders.

“Oh, baby, already?” I tsked.

It took a few seconds for her to realize I was waiting for her to bring her eyes back to me. When the little rule I issued was recalled in her mind, she leveled her stare back to my waiting one.

“Don’t tease me again, Abbigail. Do you understand me? I need more than one taste at a time. Show some control, girl.”

She widened her eyes at me.

“Watch yourself, girl.” I dug my fingers into the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs to hold her still while I licked her again. She watched me without looking away, like a very obedient girl. She watched me trace her pussy up and down, inside, outside, every delicate inch I could stab and flick my tongue while she bucked and moaned in response. Her sweet juice coated my lips and chin, even the tip of my nose from when I got extra ambitious and fucked her hole with deep thrusts of my tongue.

I took Abbi by surprise, surging up her body to kiss her mouth. It made me so fucking hot when a woman licked the taste of her pussy off my face or hands, or . . . fuck . . . my cock. “Taste your cunt on my mouth, Little Red. Taste how fucking sweet and tangy you are.”

My cock leaked from the tip when she attacked my mouth, groaning and eating my lips, greedily licking my lips like she’d be happy to eat pussy if given a chance.

Hello, idea. File that away for another time.

“I think there’s a dirty little girl in here. She’s been hiding away, waiting to be set free, hmmm?” I taunted between openmouthed kisses.

“Who says I’ve been hiding? Maybe the right person just wasn’t looking,” she said with a sassy little shrug.

With her knees bent and her heels about twelve inches from her ass, I had a delicious view of her cunt. My cock had made its way out from my boxers so far, it was almost pointless to still have pants on.

“Stay right there.” I backed off the mattress to undress fully. I was out of my pants so quickly and back on the bed, it was like I had never really gone. “Drop your knees out to the side. Leave your heels right where they are.” And this time, she did exactly as I said. No hesitation. No argument. Not even a questioning look.

Oh, fuck yes. I went right in for the treasure I was seeking. The swollen pink fruit, so ripe and ready, the juice was running down the crack to her ass. I swiped up the trickle of moisture with my finger and brought it up between our faces. The gooey substance stretched between my fingers when I touched them together for her to see.

“Do you want me to fuck you yet, baby?” I stuck my finger in my mouth. I knew the answer. I wanted her to be begging me for it by the time it happened. I wanted her to want it more than air, so no matter how badly my big cock hurt her, the memory would always be a good one.

“I do. I want it so badly, Sebastian.”

I found her pussy again while she spoke and stuffed a finger inside. She was so fucking wet and, goddammit, so tight. The invasion took her by surprise, but she moaned in pleasure, not in pain or fear.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good. So fucking tight here.” I got closer to her, pushed my way between her feet with my knees so I was sitting back on my heels between her bent legs. I leaned forward to take her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss.

In and out, working my index finger until she was completely accepting. I moved my kisses down her neck, roughly biting and then licking where I had tasted. I was working us both into a frenzy.

“More, Abbigail?” I asked. Demanded, really.

She looked at me, dazed with lust.

“Do you want another finger in your pussy? Do you want to feel fuller?”

“Yes. God, yes!” she answered easily. And thank God for it. My cock was much bigger than one of my fingers. If she begged off after one, we were going to be in for a really long night.