“You ready for me, again, Brat?”
Licking my lips, I gulp. “I’m not sure.”
“Too bad.” He flashes me a predatory grin. “Cause you smell ripe for the picking, and I’m done controlling myself.”
I gush and he groans. “You need something to take the edge off, don’t you, Brat?”
“Yes.”
“Come sit on Sir’s lap.”
I moan at the title. He crooks his fingers, and I stand, setting the book on my empty chair.
Blanket flaring out behind me like a cape, I walk toward him, eager to see what he has in mind.
I slip into his lap and he kisses my temple.
“Sweet little girl.” Parting his legs, he places his big hand on my waist and pulls me flush up against him.
He pushes my hair to the right and nuzzles my neck where he placed his mating mark. “Let’s get you nice and comfy.” Nipping at my skin, he settles the blanket over us and spreads me wide.
He teases the skin beneath the waistband of my shorts and slips beneath. His large hand cups my pussy.
“So wet. Naughty little pup is begging to be filled, isn’t she?”
“Ugh.” Remembering my name is difficult right now, and he wants me to answer him.
“It’s okay, Brat. You don’t have to use your words.” He parts my lips and gathers my slick.
His thumb circles my clit and I shiver.
“Just use your voice. Let Sir know how good he’s making you feel.”
He rolls my clit between his fingers and I buck, crying out.
“That’s my good girl.”
The man is setting me on fire. His teeth tease my swollen gland. Draped over him like a blanket I roll my hips and sink into the pleasure he’s creating.
Circling my entrance, he presses his thick finger inside, stretching me deliciously. I clamp around his finger. One-on-one without the urgency of the mating heat makes this personal.
“Tight little pussy is so desperate to be filled.” He bites around the gland on my neck. I gasp.
Pulling out and pushing in, he opens me up. I drip around him. “Need to open you up to take everything I want to give you.”
“Please.”
“Please what, Brat?”
“More.”
“More that?” He snakes his tongue over the throbbing spot begging for the sharp sting of his teeth.
“I need you to fill me up.”
Growling he thrusts two fingers deep. I scream.
“Such a beautiful sound.” Pulling out, he drives in, curving his fingers to hit that spot against my front walls. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Oh, like that, Brat?” Sucking on my skin, he circles my walls and quickens his pace.
The muscles in my belly ripple. Waves of desire rise inside me. I dance on the razor’s edge of completion. He strips away my ability to think. I become a writhing mass of lust.
Cadoc slows his pace. I cry out in protest.
“No. Please.”
“Please what, Brat?”
“Faster.”
“Faster?” His silky voice is another stimuli.
“Faster, please, Sir.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
He slips in a third finger and brushes my clit with his thumb.
