Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her mound. Small noises of need escaped from her as he flicked her clit lightly then pressed his tongue deep inside. Then he pulled back and smacked her ass sharply.
“No coming without permission,” he warned.
Oh, fuck.
Again, he leaned in and licked her folds, tracing her lips, gathering up all the cream before plunging his tongue deep. She couldn’t do it. She tried everything she could think of to stop herself coming. But it was going to happen. She was shaking so hard, her teeth nearly rattled. She needed to come. She needed to come.
He drew back and she had to bite back a scream of frustration.
“I love you so much, baby. You are everything, and I would be lost without you.” He smacked her ass. “No more getting yourself targeted by serial killers, understand me?”
That was something she could easily agree to. She nodded frantically. “Yes, Sir.”
“And you tell me everything. I’m in charge of this delicious body. It’s health. It’s safety. It’s heart. Understand?”
She looked up at him with love. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good, because we’re getting married, and you get no choice. And yes, I realize that’s an asshole way to propose and I’ll do it properly later. But as long as you know it’s going to happen.”
She had to laugh. “Yes, Sir. I am ever your obedient submissive.”
He snorted. “If only. Now, you may come.”
She obeyed him immediately.