So alive?
I want to scream with joy, but I remember I’m in someone’s office. I can’t let them hear us. They can’t hear me. I know we shouldn’t be in here, getting pussy eaten with pleasure.
I shouldn’t do this.
I shouldn’t orgasm in his mouth.
Instead, I moan without caring if he hears me or not.
He begins to take longer strokes with his tongue against my clit. It pushes me closer to letting one go. I don’t want to go to that land yet. I don’t want this to end.
I moan over and over again.
“I knew you would love a good tongue fuck,” he murmurs against the folds of my pulsating pussy.
This is the most beautiful place I have ever been to. I grip the edge of the shelf. I need to balance myself or I might just rock this wooden shelf to pieces. I can hear it rocking back and forth against the wall with every flick of his tongue.
“You taste so damn good,” he growls inside of me.
My arousal is rising higher and higher inside of me. If I could just have Lowell’s lips and tongue forever on my sweet spot, that’s all I need from him. I could do away with his ugly comments and evil behavior.
A scream wants to escape from my open mouth. A high pitched feverish scream forms deep in my stomach. No, please don’t come out.
I hear a sound. It is me, no please, don’t scream out in pleasure.
“Let it the fuck out,” he says in a low voice.
“No…I…can't.” I’m sweating and pulsating against his hot mouth. “Mmm...I…”
Dammit, I scream out and shove his face into my pussy with one hand and hold on to the shelf with the other. I’m going to break this shelf down with my aroused ass.
My gyrations become uncontrollable. I’m going to explode with a fire burst of orgasmic pleasure. I want his tongue. I want his mouth. I want his beautiful lips. I don’t give a fuck who hears me.
I am that slutty bitch that wants to be tongue fucked all night long.
“Yes…yes…fucking yes!” I scream out as my fire turns into a fiery blaze of orgasmic bliss.
“Hello, who is in there?” a female voice asks on the other side of the door.
I don’t fucking care. I’m still rocking my body to the rhythm of Lowell’s sweet, sweet tongue.
He doesn’t say anything either. The sound of the rocking shelf is all that I hear in this closet.
“Hellooo?” asks the same female voice.
He pulls his head back and growls. “Go home, Debbie!”
Nothing more is heard from the female on the other side of the door.
My entire body is tingling.
“Again,” I stammer out leaning back against the wall. “Please?”
I’m begging for this sadist to eat me out again?
Yes, I will be his Goddess, if he eats me like that.
“You see what you’re missing out on. I’ll do it and much more if you do what I want you to do.”
Oh no, we’re back to this shit again. Can’t he let me stay in my orgasmic state?
He places me back on the floor. My legs are so wobbly and weak, I can barely stand on my feet. I reach for my panties not wanting to cover up my wet pussy, just yet. If I could grab his hand and rub against my clit again, that would be enough to take me back to the land of pleasure.
My head says don’t do it, but my pussy is making me reach for his hand.
“Sorry, I know your thirsty cunt wants to cream all over my hand, but I have enough of your sweet cream going down my throat for the day,” he says unlocking the door.
“Wait, dammit,” I’m not dressed.
“They already left.”
“The cameras?”
“Remember, I control the cameras.”
“Everywhere?”
“Maybe, you never know.”
I shake my head as I rush to throw my clothes in the open closet.
“Back, to my deal, more orgasmic screams for you if you get on board.”
“I can’t talk to you right now,” I say following him out of the office back door.
He opens the door of his Ferrari. “You’ll make this deal if you want to find your mother.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Thank you for reading Provoked. Please if you enjoyed this novel, would you consider leaving a review?
Thank you so much!
Lilah
Feel free to contact Lilah on Facebook.
Find more titles by Lilah Walker on Amazon:
US │UK │CAN │AUS
I would love for you to sign up for updates for more of my hot lusty reads. I enjoy letting you know when they are available. Sign up here and you will also receive a FREE copy of Claimed by Choice.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lilah Walker is a lover of hot, dark, and lusty books. These stories often bring out the naughty in her. She has a very steamy imagination. She refused to let these raunchy ideas live only in her mind, so she brought them to life in her stories. Her husband loves the "research" she just has to do in the bedroom with him. If you need your kinky fix, then Lilah Walker is here for you.
