I slap her again before drawing away. She raises her hips in the air as if searching for my hand. Well, look at this here, Emily’s getting turned on. “Who knew you’d be my little pain slut?” My hand goes to the back of her head, pulling her up and forcing her eyes to her soaking wet pussy. “Such a good girl getting so wet for me.”
“I-I…” she stammers.
I smirk at her lack of words and rub her warm pussy before I slap her again, this time with more force directly on her clit, making her scream into the dead of night.
“Please, Stone, please.”
I push my index finger into her while I rub her clit with my thumb. “Please what, Butterfly?”
“Please make me come,” she begs.
“With pleasure, sweetheart.”
Chapter Eight
EMILY
Stone’s finger glides inside my folds. His intense blue eyes are deep pools that I want to fall into and drown. The corners of his full mouth twitch before turning into a full-blown grin. He flicks my clit, knowing full well he’s making me desperate with need. He knows exactly what he’s doing and which buttons to push for my body to be a treacherous bitch. Stone’s hands on me are like the best sex toy imaginable. Lethal, powerful, and hitting all the right spots.
I didn’t think it was possible to come undone like this from a man’s touch. No one has ever gotten me off, other than me. With Stone, I’m on the verge of coming from a few slaps and a flick to the clit.
“How are you so good at this?” I ask, bucking my hips in the air, desperate to meet any kind of release.
He ignores my question, choosing to answer me with his devilish tongue as he glides it up and down my slit, driving me crazy by avoiding the one area that I need him to lick in order to come. Most guys avoid it because they can’t even find the clit, but Stone is a clit connoisseur. He works that part of my body like a master, driving me to the brink of insanity.
Stone pushes a finger inside me, pumping it in and out while twisting at the same time as he continues to lap at me. He’s devouring me as if I’m a five-star Michelin meal.
“Such a sweet pussy. I’ve never tasted anything so amazing. Be a good girl and open that cunt up nice and wide for me.” His dirty talk is obscene, but it’s also the biggest turn-on. My hands pull my pussy lips open for him, exposing myself for him to feast on. “You like being my little toy, don’t you, Butterfly?”
His question is lewd and depraved, and I can’t help blushing a little. When I don’t answer right away, Stone pinches my clit, and I scream.
“I asked you a question. Be a good girl and answer it.”
“Yes,” I scream. “God, yes. Is that what you want to hear?”
Stone dives his tongue back into me, this time focusing on my clit. God, his tongue should be illegal. The tip is diligent, pointed at my clit, and the man knows what he’s doing. He knows just which area to touch, what buttons to push. It’s the devil’s tongue, lulling me with pleasure so that I break and bend, doing whatever he wants.
My hand moves from my pussy lips towards Stone’s head when he bites my clit. Not too hard, but not gentle either. “Did I say you can stop holding this pretty pink cunt open for me? Were you given permission to move?”
“No, but I wanted to touch you.” My brain loses its capacity to function when Stone sucks my clit into his mouth. Holy fuckin’ shit, what is this voodoo?
“Your greedy cunt wanted me closer, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Please, Stone.”
“That’s it. Be a good girl and beg. Look at you, Butterfly, on the hood of a car exposing that pretty pink pussy, desperate to come.”
I should be ashamed, but I’m so turned on that I don’t care. The dirtier Stone talks, the more turned on I am. I didn’t know I could like this type of degradation, but I do. It’s hot, depraved, and completely animalistic. I want to test the waters and play along, curious about what he’ll do. I grab his hair and watch the shocked look on his face. “Put your mouth on my pussy, Stone.”
“Is my little butterfly trying to control the situation? You know what happens to greedy little girls, don’t you?”
“I don’t care what happens. Just tongue fuck me.”
Something akin to dark lust flashes across his eyes. “You might not like the punishment, Butterfly. You sure you want to gain a little power, not knowing what I’ll do to you?”
My heart pounds at the dangerous edge of his tone, and after witnessing what he’s capable of, I should be scared, but a part of me craves whatever punishment Stone has planned for me. I can take it, and the shocking part is, I know I’ll like it. “Yes.”