It was charged and barbed with lightning.
“I said it’s mine. Understand?” His fingers slid down to my neck. His thumb pressed against my pulse point. “While we’re fucking, you don’t fuck anyone else. This pussy is mine to suck, fuck, and tease. All of your holes belong to me until further notice, Miss Lucas.” He pressed his thumb against my pulse harder. I swallowed reflexively but still didn’t answer him. “You keep fighting me.” He clicked his tongue slowly in a disapproving way that made me want to agree with whatever he said. The other part of me wanted to see what my punishment would be.
“You like it,” I said, shocked by the soft sound of my voice.
“Only when it comes to you.”
Without another word, Evander dropped to one knee in a single swift motion. He lifted my leg onto his shoulder and his head disappeared beneath my dress. “What are you doing?” A small laugh left my lips.
“I was going to have a cup of coffee but I think I’ll taste your pussy first.” He kissed the wetness glazing my thighs. His neat, trimmed facial hair brushed against my skin, making me squirm. His tongue slid along my lips achingly slow before he opened me up.
He was gentle when he sucked my clit into his mouth. It sent goosebumps skittering across my skin. I needed more. I was greedy and hungry when it came to him. I rolled my hips and he growled, pressing his teeth against my bundle of nerves.
A high-pitched squeak cracked through the air. My body jerked and I gripped his head. “You stand still and let me drive this boat. Got it, Miss Lucas?”
“Yes, Evander.”
“Good girl.” He went back to slowly suckling my clit and I tried not to pass out from restraining myself. His languid tongue strokes picked up the pace and his lips worked like magic gripping and sucking on me until I was at the precipice of a monumental orgasm.
Then he pulled away.
He came from under my dress with a wet face. My pussy covered his lips and chin and even a glistening spot on the tip of his nose. It was the sexiest shit I’d ever seen in my life. I wanted to kiss my flavor from his lips but I also wanted to punch him in his fucking jaw for not letting me grasp the orgasm I was so close to.
“You did that on purpose!” I shoved him and he flashed me a Cheshire cat grin. I hated how handsome he was. That angled jaw and dark facial hair with those lips. Ugh.
My pussy wanted to throw a fucking tantrum.
“I did.” He licked his lips way more enthusiastically than he had to. “Let me know when you’re ready to hand that pussy over to me.” He went to the counter and started making a cup of coffee while I stood on wobbly legs ready to pull my hair into a bun, take off my earrings and fight him.
“You’re an asshole, Evander.”
“Yup.”
I glared at his strong back and watched his muscles flex beneath expensive fabric. I wanted to feel his mouth on me again. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me.
I clenched my teeth and flared my nostrils. He knew I’d want more, and he was right. I was gluttonous when it came to pleasure.
“Fine,” I gritted out.
“I’m sorry, Miss Lucas. I don’t understand. Care to clarify?” He threw on his buttoned-up senator voice to inch a little further under my skin.
“You know what I’m trying to say, Evander. Don’t be a dick.”
“Ah, yeah…sorry.” He glanced at his watch then stirred cream into his coffee. Just enough to turn it a deep mahogany color. He took a sip then walked over to me, mug still in hand. He pushed his hand between my legs dipped inside of me for a brief moment, electrifying me, then pulling away. He dipped his wet finger into the coffee mug and stirred it before cleaning his finger. “Needed more cream” He winked.
Pretty sure I died on the kitchen floor and was currently a spirit floating in the mist.
He picked up his briefcase from a chair at the island and said, “I’m gonna be late if I don’t head out now. You have a good day. I’ll see you when I get home.” His long legs carried him out of the kitchen while I stood there, fixed to my spot by stubbornness.
When I heard him unlock the front door, I nearly lost it. Was he seriously going to walk out of the house without yielding to me? Without fucking me like we both wanted?
He was a goddamn mule.
My unsteady legs carried me out of the kitchen and down the hall until I nearly crashed into Evander in the foyer. His towering frame was leaning against the front door. His long legs crossed at the ankles.
He knew I’d come running.
He fucking knew.
You’re not as hard to read as you think…
His words from last night burned my ears.
“I can’t stand you. You’re so fucking arrogant. You think I’m supposed to do whatever you say because you have amazing dick…and tongue? You think I’ll be your little live-in slut and do whatever you want?” I shoved him and he sighed heavily, putting his hands in his pockets. “Oh, am I boring you, Evander? Don’t you have to go to work?” He stared at me, indifferent. “You are a fucking piece of work!” I tossed my hand in the air for emphasis.
Silence coated us, and the air around us. There wasn’t a thing not touched by the blaring quiet. In my mind, I hurled every curse word and insult at him but I knew I wouldn’t let him walk out of the house without letting him claim me.
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