¬ Fashire
Her thighs clenched around my head, and her fingers tightened in my hair hard enough to sting. I worked her with my tongue, alternating between long, slow licks and focused pressure on her clit. Every time she started to adjust, I changed the rhythm, keeping her off balance, and her desperate.
She needed to lose her mind just as I was losing mine!
"Fashire—" Her voice cracked.
I plunged my tongue inside her and she arched off the bed.
With a few more strokes, I pulled back before she could finish, leaving her trembling on the edge.
I groaned, feeling the gentle tingles of her nails scraping against my scalp. "How hypocritical of you to tell me to stop and still clutching me close."
Her hands snatched from my head and I immediately regretted even speaking.
Enough of this stubbornness.
I grabbed her thigh to pull her forward when she yelled.
"Stop!"
I stiffened at the sudden command. My irritation spiked as her word held me in place.
