Page 63 of His Addiction


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With both hands, he tugged them lower, his palms stroking the insides of her thighs.

“Feet apart,” he ordered.

She obeyed, opening as wide as possible, the breeches at her ankles acting like shackles.

“Tell me, did you love watching them suck my dick? I want to hear you say it.”

“Umm-hmm.”

She groaned as his fingers found her pussy, sliding through the slippery wetness with a mastery that made her body tremble.

With a long, drawn-out lick, he ran his tongue over her swollen clit.

“You’re being a very good girl. Now, tell me you liked it when they licked my balls.” His eyes shot to hers, dark and hungry.

Nodding once, she exhaled. The heady sensation ofhis sinful tongue had her squirming and hungry. He looked so damn sexy, on his knees before her.

“Did you want to play too?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Sucking in a ragged breath, she let it escape in a soft hum.

He chuckled low in his chest, the sound rolling through her.

“I knew you wanted your turn.” His tongue swept over her clit again.

She whimpered, every nerve ending exploding in a flurry of sensation across her skin.

“Did you enjoy watching me come, too?” he rasped, his breath caressing her swollen, wet flesh.

She swallowed, aching to scream at him to stop teasing. Her fingers tangled in his thick hair, threading through the choppy length, and she nodded.

“I’m going to watch you come, love. Just like you watched me.” Jamie held her gaze, then licked over her pulsating clit, his stubble scraping against her skin. “You like it when I eat you?”

Her fingers tightened in his hair, a groan escaping her as she nodded in reply.

“How about when I fuck you with my fingers?”

Her head flew back, spinning with the sensation, her teeth almost biting through the whip still clamped between her teeth.

Bucking her hips, she lost herself as two fingers dipped inside her and he blew a puff of air directly onto her clit.

“Eyes down, Shannon.”

His teeth latched onto her clit, sucking first, then flicking his tongue, while two fingers pumped deep inside her.

He tormented her, his fingers pulling away just as she was about to break, keeping her on the edge.

“Patience, Shannon.”

Stopping the rush building inside her was impossible and just when he sensed it, he drew back just before she was about to peak, making her groan in frustration.

“You won’t come until I allow it.”

“Umm-hmm,” she moaned around the leather.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice a mix of approval and hunger. “You’re learning how to please me. Now come for me. Come on my hand.”

A guttural moan echoed in her ears as a quick, dirty orgasm spread through her core.