“Then stop breathing. I don’t care what the fuck you do, but you keep these greedy hips of yours still so I can eat you the way I fucking want to.”
“Oh, God.” I moaned, leaning my head back against the wall.
His thumbs were back between my legs, opening me wide for him, his tongue working every inch of me. The urge to move my hips was so strong, it took every ounce of control I had left to stop myself. A few quick flicks of his tongue forced me hard and fast toward the orgasm threatening to erupt up my spine, and my insides were twisted tight with the need for release.
“You have no idea how fucking good you taste. I don’t know why I didn’t do this earlier. I’d feast on you every goddamn day of my life.” He sucked harder, and I tightened my grip on his shoulder. I was about to burst into flames with this man’s head buried between my legs.
He snaked his arm around my hip and lifted my leg, guiding it over his shoulder and spreading me even wider, allowing him more access to kiss and lick every inch of my sensitive flesh.
“God, Lorik.”
“Don’t move those hips, princess.”
I moaned, pleasure and frustration mixing together, threatening to incinerate me.
“I’ve wanted to taste you all day, and I plan on getting my fill.” Harder, faster he sucked and licked, pushing my body to the extreme. It was the most satisfying torture I had ever experienced. The way my body ached for release, yet enjoying the torment of being kept right there on the edge the entire time was the best kind of contradiction.
And then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Oh, God. Lorik, someone’s coming.”
“That someone better be you, princess.” He moaned against me, and the vibrations shot up between my legs, crashing against my core.
More footsteps. “Lorik, I’m serious.”
“Me too. I’m not stopping until I taste your cum on my tongue.”
“Fuck! I need to move, please.”
He let out another moan, and I took it as my cue. With one hand behind his head, I pushed his face deeper between my legs and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth like my damn life depended on it.
The footsteps got louder and louder, and my body climbed higher and higher. I could already feel the start of my orgasm moving up my spine, and there was no way I would be able to stop now, whether someone came walking around that corner or not. Stopping now would mean death.
“Come on my tongue, princess.” Lorik pushed two fingers inside me, taking me completely by surprise, and that was all my body needed to finally fall apart. I let out a loud moan while my climax crashed through me, tearing me open at the seams. Every muscle tightened, and I shook almost uncontrollably while Lorik continued to lap up every drop of my pleasure. My grip in his hair tightened, and he moaned and cursed between my legs. It felt like my mind, my soul, everything fucking exploded into a thousand pieces of pleasure. As my orgasm finally started to fizzle away, the footsteps got louder—closer.
Lorik jerked up and pulled my skirt down before crashing his lips against mine. I tasted my own sweetness on his lips and against his tongue, again rousing my insatiable hunger for him.
I opened my eyes just in time to see a man walk around the corner. The second he spotted us making out against the wall, he shook his head then disappeared up the next flight of stairs.
I peeled my lips away from Lorik’s. “He’s gone.”
Lorik looked down at me, his eyes filled with determination. “And I’m not done yet.”
Chapter 16
LORIK
Holy fuck.
I jerked my cock hard and shot the white ribbons of my release on my own damn stomach. Karina had been riding me like a champ for I didn’t know how long. She moved those sinful, curvy hips like she was born to fuck. All I could do the entire time was dig my fingers into her waist and let her ride me until I saw damn stars. I wasn’t usually a huge fan of getting ridden, since I prefer to do the fucking. But, by God, when she forced me on my back and straddled me, I had no way of fighting against the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. From there, it only got better and better, until I was unable to fucking move, giving her all the damn power.
She fell down beside me, and we both lay there panting like we just ran a goddamn marathon. I didn’t think it was possible, but the sex we just had managed to outdo the fuckery we had last night. It was like this woman was possessed with the need to fuck and be fucked—which kind of made me think she was trying to get rid of something. Not that I was complaining, but it was obvious there was something heavy steering her lust and her need to lose herself.
I looked her way. “Could you do me a favor?”
She frowned. “You want a towel?”
“So, you’re not just a pretty face.” I winked at her, and she planted her fist against my arm before jumping off the bed. My eyes were glued to her naked ass as her hips swayed.