BAD APPLE (Part 3) by Kristina Weaver

Author:Kristina Weaver [Weaver, Kristina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-14T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Irina

Pleasure engulfs me, centered on my clit, deep in my womb, as I come awake with a muted gasp and force my eyes open. Agony mixed with pleasure hits me again as my eyes flutter open and I stretch, pushing closer to the wet mouth lapping between my legs.

“Mish.”

“Uhm, relax, angel. Just feel,” he purrs, his blue eyes blazing up at me as his tongue distends and flicks over the very top of my mound.

I desperately want him and go to grab his hair, gasping again when the softness of silk stops my movements. I’m tied to the headboard and completely at his mercy as he grins up at me and slowly wiggles his tongue again, his blue eyes taking in every gasp and wriggle as pleasure slams into my sex.

“Misha, what are you doing?”

I don’t think I can survive as he smiles again and laps, painting the pale skin again, so close to my nub I can feel the echoes of his breath tickling where I need him.

“I’m having breakfast, angel,” he teases, opening his mouth to suck gently at the skin of my mons.

I can’t help the moan that escapes or the shifting of my hips, no matter how hard I try to remember I’m pissed at him still. Seriously, how can I be this turned on for him when just last night he abandoned me after coming and hasn’t said a word to me since? Heck, he didn’t even come home last night, just had Tony tell me he was working late.

“Oh. Misha, please.”

“Please what, angel? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he drawls, his tongue swirling lower…lower…stopping just shy of the little bundle that’s now pulsing so hard, I swear I can see it beating.

“Please suck it,” I whimper, thrashing and pulling against the silken restraints.

“Lick? Here?” he asks, moving lower to suck a plump outer lip into his mouth.

The suction is strong, heated, sending echoes of the pull to my clit but not nearly enough to satisfy. No, all it does is make me want more as he releases with a pop and blows a hot stream of breath over my flesh.

Oh God, it feels so good.

“Misha.”

“Tell me, angel. Tell me in detail what you want and I’ll give it.”

I have to bite my lips to keep the words in check. He’s so naughty, so forceful and lusty. I’m overtaken by him, but no matter how much he’s unlocked my sexuality, talking dirty is still an obstacle I have yet to overcome.

He wants it, though, I can see the demand in his eyes as I push my hips up, opening my thighs more.

“It hurts.”

I have no idea how long he’s been teasing me while I slept, but I’m already soaked and hurting for him.

“I know, angel, I can feel your pulse pounding here,” he says gently, placing a soft kiss on my nub that makes me cry out and thrust closer. “Say it and it’s yours.”

“Suck my clit, Misha, please.

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