“Always with thefuck you.Still haven’t had enough of my cock yet?” I quip, trying to get a rise out of her because the fire in her eyes when she tries to stab me with just a look is nothing short of perfection.
“You wish,” she grits.
“My only wish is your throbbing orgasm right here on my fucking tongue,” I murmur into her sweet, wet pussy. “There is noif, only awhen.Because you will come for me again and again.”
She tries to push her legs together, so I grasp her knees and spread them apart even wider.
“Open wide, little slut, let me taste you properly.”
I stick my tongue inside where the microphone rests, and I can hear myself gorging on her wetness, taking delight in the fact that her pleasure is being announced over the fucking speakers so she won’t be able to deny that she’s turned on.
“Oh fuck,” she murmurs, twisting her arms as her nipples grow tauter.
I splay my hand against her belly as I eat her out, rolling my tongue around her most sensitive spot until she shivers under my touch.
“That’s it. Come for me and let me fucking hear it.”
Her body tightens even more, her legs trying to squeeze me to smithereens, but none of it matters because my tongue is right there where it should be—at the forefront of her fall…
Her fall into madness.
An uncontrollable wantonness for me and me alone.
And there is nothing, not even a knife to the back, that could ever keep me from licking her sweet little pussy.
She. Is. Mine.
“Come for me, slut. Do it now and maybe I’ll finally be satisfied.”
I flick her clit faster, faster, faster, until finally she squeals out loud and lets it all go.
Her moans fill the room, and her wetness sloshes around on the microphone, which I lap up right from the source.
And when I’m finally satiated, I lean up to look at her wasted face and the slow return of the rage that hides underneath. Rage at how much she fucking loved it.
Yes, little slut … that’s the face I’m looking for.
“You’ve had your fill now.”
“Really?” I pull up my balaclava again so my entire face is covered, and she can no longer see the dirty smirk on my face. “Or do you just want to believe that?”
“I held up my end of the deal. Now, it’s your turn,” she says through gritted teeth.
I push her legs farther apart and lean in over her entire body. My tongue dips out to lick the beads of sweat right off her nipple. “I lied.”
“What do you mean?” she gasps.
I glance up into her gorgeous eyes, those same eyes that want to curse me with just a single look. “I’m. Not. Satisfied.”
She sucks in a breath, the sight of her gorgeous body something to behold.
I push myself off the lectern and grab her knife, planting it right between her legs before I head back up the steps in the middle. “Good luck freeing yourself.”
“What?” she roars.
I open the door of which I have the only key. The key I stole from the janitor when he was too busy drinking on the job due to the party.
“You motherf—Let me out of here! You can’t just walk off and leave me here!”
