“I want it so bad,” I mewled, my hips gyrating.
Dakota chuckled. “Be patient. You’re not ready yet.”
I gasped in protest. “I am, too!”
He shook his head. “No. You’ll know when you’re ready.”
He nipped and sucked the fleshy part of my inner thigh, making me writhe with anticipation as he worked his way higher—but not nearly fast enough for me. Losing patience, I grabbed the back of his head and tried to force his head between my legs—but that didn’t work; he was simply too strong.
“Bad girl,” he reprimanded me. “I’m taking my time with you.”
I let out a disappointed whimper, though deep down, waves of happiness swelled inside me every time I relinquished control to him. I found it insanely hot how he’d totally taken charge of the moment—this wasexactlywhat I’d been wanting and waiting for from my very first time.
Of course, he’d called me a “bad girl,” and we all know bad girls get punished—and when Dakota resumed his torture session, he deliberately dragged the tease out longer to test my resolve.
I decided to rebel in my own way, a way that wouldn’t get me into trouble: by not making a sound or moving an inch. Every inch of my body screamed with ecstasy as he explored my flesh with his lips and tongue, but I didn’t dare let it show.
Dakota glanced up at me, no doubt wondering why his efforts hadn’t won a single sigh. Once he noticed the smirk I was failing to suppress, he immediately figured it out.
“Iknowwhat you’re doing, Ottavia,” he said, softly laughing.
Determined to break me, he spread my thighs and moved closer, his lips meeting the fabric of my panties. I felt the warmth of his mouth, his breath, radiating against my mound, as if his heat were opening me, seeping into me,enteringme. It was themost amazing, tantalizing sensation I’d ever felt in my life—and I pursed my lips, trying so hard to remain silent.
Slowly, Dakota extended his tongue and gently trailed it up and down the crotch of my panties. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to contain the pleasure that boiled inside me.
Dakota didn’t let up, swirling his tongue against my mound. His licks and sucks caused my thong to become drenched with a mix of his saliva and my own arousal, clinging to my mound like a damp cloth. The soaked fabric conducted sensation that much better, making every lick and lash of his strong, slippery tongue even more potent.
Staying silent wasn’t easy—Dakota was a talented and attentive lover, and he lavished my pussy with tongue strokes. But when he plunged his tongue into me as far as the fabric of my thong would allow? My pussy clenched with rabid need, and a moan emanated from deep inside me,“Mmmm.”I couldn’t help it; feeling his tongue inside me was too good, too naughty.
But Dakota didn’t celebrate this minor victory over me—he was going for something bigger. He licked higher and tongued my swollen clit, rapidly flicking my hard nub from side to side with the perfect amount of pressure. A tremble shook my hips as the pleasure quickly mounted to the brink of climax.
“Oh God,” I moaned, a rush of heat suddenly enveloping my entire body. I couldn’t hold it back anymore—this washappening. “I’m coming!”
A flash of white filled my vision as a surge of ecstasy crashed over me. Dakota didn’t stop; he kept pummeling my clit with his tongue, riding me from one blissful peak to the next. Each pulsating wave made my body tremble and quake, and my orgasmic screams filled the bedroom.
Soon, though, it was time to come back to Earth, and Dakota helped me drift back to my senses.
When I opened my eyes and could actually see something besides stars, Dakota was still between my legs, smiling up at me.
“Holy shit, Ottavia. You came before I even got your panties off?” He chuckled, a sexy grit in his voice. “You reallyarea virgin.”
“I thought you agreed we wouldn’t discuss that?” I reminded him.
“Sorry … but I can’tnotmention it,” he said with a grin. “Don’t worry. I think it’s super sexy that I made you come that easily.”
“Yeah? Well, good. Because you got my panties all wet,” I whined, pretending to be annoyed.
He shot me a mischievous glare. “To be fair, I think you might have had a little something to do with that, too.”
I folded my arms. “Take them off me.”
He chuckled, a flash of interest in his eyes. “If you insist.”
With a gentle bite, he grasped the string of my thong between his teeth and yanked my panties off my hips and down my legs.
“You aresonaughty,” I giggled.
Dakota hooked his hands beneath my knees and spread my legs open. I was completely bare for him—but I wasn’t self-conscious at all. I wanted this, andhim,sobad.
