Chapter 54 Just The Appetiser

• His hands were on me again, both of them sliding up my trembling thighs. They parted me wider until the cool air hit my exposed cunt. Then his mouth was there.
• I cried out; the sound ripping from deep within me, louder than I had intended it to be. His tongue was flat and hot and ruthless, licking a broad stripe through my folds. He didn't tease. He feasted like a man starved as his hands clamped on my thighs, holding me open as his tongue fucked into me, deep and searching. It was degrading. It was too much. It was more than I wanted to acknowledge as pleasure, sharp and electric, arced up my spine.
• My fingers clawed at the wood as a sob built in my chest. He was relentless. His tongue circled my clit, flicked it, then sucked it between his lips. My hips jerked, trying to get away, trying to get more. I couldn't tell. The tension in my belly coiled tight, terrifying me.