Maybe it’s because I’m too tired to care, or because my limbs ache too much to fight. Or maybe it’s because I’ve spent half the night in a constant state of arousal and the way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel drugged with unspent need. Whatever the case, I put up no resistance as he spreads my legs, then undoes his belt and pants with a few flicks of his wrists.
“After everything you just did, you expect me to have sex with you?”
Well, no physical resistance, anyway.
“Are you going to tell me you aren’t dying to feel my cock inside you?” Leaving his pants hanging low on his hips so that his manhood juts out hard as nails, he pushes my thighs open and slides his fingers through my still sopping folds.
So he’s going to drag me even further down into his world of sin and savagery.
Oh, who am I kidding? After the last two days, there really isn’t any further I can fall.
“I don’t suppose there’s any way to stop you,” I ask him miserably.
He traces my lips with the pad of his thumb, a slow, possessive caress. My traitorous mouth opens, and a growl escapes him as he watches my lips part. “You’re mine. I take what I want when I want it.”
“Figures.”
“Quit your bitching. You want this as badly as me. I can make you come anytime I want.”
“No, you can’t.”
“No? Let’s see, shall we?” Spider pauses, bending down so that his head is between my legs. He inhales. Holy heck, is he sniffing me?
“Spider, what are you—oh dear.” I draw the words out when his tongue runs over my center, gliding through the wetness.
I jerk on the bed, gasping. He can’t be doing what he just did. Shock and mortified horror shoot through me.
The pastors warned about the perils of vice and how wrong it is to have sex before marriage, but no one warned about this. That single lick of his tongue sends a shockwave of pleasure through me that’s beyond description.
Deeply embedded fear follows. When I try to push his head away, he grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed.
“Spider…”
“Shut your mouth.” The command ticks me off, but the way he says it, laced with such desire, intensifies the aching need for him that’s pulsing through me to the point of pain.
“But how can you just… Oh my…” While his hands easily trap my legs wide open, his tongue flicks again, and I bite my knuckles to keep from using the Lord’s name in vain.
“Fuck. I’m gonna lick you all over, Wildcat.” Two of his fingers slide into me, eliciting a moan.
Reaching down, I mean to push his head away, I really do, but when he runs the tip of his tongue right over my clit, my hand pushes through his hair instead. He does it again, and my fingers curl around his hair as I gasp in pleasure.
This is so wrong, but I don’t seem to have the willpower to stop him. Shame bites into me, and I try to shut my legs, but he pushes my thighs down, trapping them open with his arms, imprisoning my wrists with his hands.
His tongue lashes at my clit, teases my core, and then torments my clit again. With every treacherous lick, the need builds, threatening to tear down my walls and obliterate my resolve.
This man’s tongue is magic. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He licks the inside of my thigh, then the other, and I groan, wriggling under him, desperate.
“Tell me you want it,” he growls. “Tell me you want my tongue on your pussy.”
Oh, he isn’t going to make me say that.
“Say it, or I’ll make you eat my come and send you to bed without.”
I’d die if he did that again.
“I…I want it.” The words alone have my cheeks on fire.
His eyes trap mine. “Want what, Wildcat? Tell me what you want.” He licks each of my thighs again, perilously close to my needy core without touching.
“I want your mouth on me.”
His brow lifts as he clearly takes in how hard this is for me. I can see him working it out in his head.
“On your pussy. Tell me you want me to lick your pussy until you come.”
I lick my lips, tamping down the tide of shame that tries to drag me under. “I want you to… lick my pussy until I come.”
My cheeks grow even hotter, but having said it feels right somehow. It’s as if he’s tapping into some inner vixen, some part of me the Colony suppressed.
“Good girl. Was that so hard?”
He rewards me with a few long, slow licks. I moan, and then I’m tugging his head toward me. Spider growls in triumph and laps at my eager sex, devouring every drop of need.
My hips rock, rubbing against him. He speeds up his pace, and then that wicked tongue is everywhere. He’s stroking me over and over, and the tide rises and rises until my hips buck, and suddenly I don’t care.
I don’t care about propriety or the Colony, or what I’ve been taught. I don’t care that he’s a heathen from Hell. All I want his mouth, his tongue—Spider’s tongue—licking me into oblivion. I cry out in pleasure, gripping his hair and rubbing shamelessly against his face.
“Shit, yeah. Fuck my face, beautiful.” Spider moans, and the vibration against my sex makes me wetter. His tongue resumes its torment.
I let out a whimper.
His beard scrapes my thighs, taking me higher. Somehow, he hardens the pad of his tongue, and I gyrate wildly, gripping the end of the mattress behind my head so hard I’m surprised the quilt doesn’t tear.
“Ah…Spider!” His name fills my ears, and it’s my voice, but it’s barely recognizable. I come apart, the riptide sucking me under. Euphoria sweeps over me in a mind-blowing wave.
White lights slash across my vision. The tide hardly recedes before he crawls up my body and lies on top of me.
“For someone who wants to get away from me, you came really good for me just now.” He runs his tongue over my cheek. “All over my face. You’re a wild woman when you stop being such a fucking prude and let go.”
Indignation fuels my blood. “That wasn’t fair. I—”
His mouth devours mine, and the taste of my juices on his kiss rekindles the fire. I try to pull my face away, and his fingers seize my jaw. His mouth pries mine open, his tongue plundering.
When he lifts his head, I’m breathless, staring up at him helplessly.
His face is cold and hard, daring me to challenge him, tell him I don’t want him. To lie to him. The mercilessness in his eyes, the victory there, mocks me.
“Just because you made me…ride your face…doesn’t change anything. I still hate you.”
Silent, he jerks my knees up to his hips. His shaft teases my core, and then he thrusts into me, a single, hard possessive stroke.
I whimper, and he does it again.
“So sweet.” He hums hungrily, swiveling his hips and pumping in and out, stroking every nerve. “You were made to take my cock whenever and however I want.”
My eyes close and my face turns to the side, humiliation at my own weakness for giving into him eating me alive.
“Look at me,” Spider growls.
I sob, feeling betrayed by my own body as much as him. For one stupid moment, I thought he was pleasing me, but he wasn’t. He had his head between my legs to prove that he could make my body respond to him.