Part 23 (2/2)
Maggie cried out and rubbed against him but this time the action didn't seem to satisfy her. Leaning forward, she gripped his arm with one small hand, her eyes wild.
”Please, Kor...I need...inside me. Please.”
She needs penetration-like before, Kor realized. ”All right, sweetheart,” he murmured.
His c.o.c.k surged again but he ignored it and slid two fingers deep into her tight channel. G.o.ds, how he wished it was his tongue or his c.o.c.k instead! But he squashed the thought quickly. That's not what Maggie wants-not what she needs, he told himself sternly. This is what she needs. Just this and nothing more.
With his thumb, he began a slow stroking motion over her swollen c.l.i.t. Maggie's eyes fluttered closed and she let out a low, breathless moan. Then she began to move, rolling her hips in time with his rhythm as he thrust deep into her core, filling her as well as he could with his fingers.
It didn't take long for her to come. Kor knew when it happened because her grip on his arm tightened and her inner walls began to contracting around his invading fingers. But best of all he liked the soft little cries that were torn from her lips. Cries that sounded suspiciously like his name...G.o.ds, he could imagine her crying and moaning like that when he was on top of her, could imagine her scratching his back and pulling his hair, begging him to take her harder, to f.u.c.k her deeper...
He was so caught up in the fantasy that he almost didn't notice something was wrong. But then his ear caught the note of distress in her voice and he realized something-before when he'd helped her come, the implant in her belly b.u.t.ton had stopped blinking for a short while and then started again only slowly. This time it hadn't stopped at all, in fact it was blinking even faster than before he'd first tried to help her. What the h.e.l.l was going on?
”Please!” Maggie gasped. ”Please, I can't...I don't know what's wrong. But even though I came it still...I still need...need something else. I don't...I can't...”
Understanding came to him in a flash. The cycle-it's accelerating. She needs more.
”You need more,” Maggie heard him say and then suddenly she was on her back on the golden brocade couch with her tiny skirt flipped up and her legs spread.
”Kor,” she gasped. ”Kor, what are you doing? You said you'd only...only do what you had to.”
”I am,” he said roughly. His eyes caught hers and held them. ”Tell me, blondie, is it better now, since you came on my fingers?”
”N-no,” Maggie confessed. ”It's not like before when you touched me and I felt so relieved. It's like...like the uh, implant needs something else.” She looked warily at the hard bulge in his leather pants. ”But, Kor, you can't-”
”Don't worry,” he growled. ”Not going to f.u.c.k you, sweetheart. At least, not with my c.o.c.k.”
”Then...then how?” Maggie whispered.
”Going to f.u.c.k you with my tongue. You need more-a more intense pleasure. I think this will help.”
The need was driving her onwards, making her feel like she was burning up inside, but still Maggie hesitated. It wasn't just the guilt that stopped her, it was the fact that this particular act carried such bad memories. Donald didn't care for it and she'd never been bold enough to ask for it from any other lover. And while it was true that this was exactly what Kor had described wanting to do to her in the past, she had thought it was just talk-just dirty words to make her come. To find that he actually was willing to do it was shocking and a little disconcerting.
”You don't have to,” she whispered, trying to close her thighs. ”I don't want you to do something...something you'd rather not.”
”Don't have to?” He gave a quick, incredulous laugh. ”What the h.e.l.l are you talking about, blondie? I've been wanting to bury my tongue in your sweet p.u.s.s.y from the first minute I saw you. Didn't I tell you that when I touched you at that crazy banquet?”
”Well...yes,” Maggie admitted. ”But I thought you were just...I don't know...just talking. Just saying anything in order to help me come.”
”I was telling you exactly what I wanted to do to you-not just talking,” he growled. ”And what I want you to do right now is to spread your thighs and let me in. Let me open your sweet p.u.s.s.y with my tongue and lick and suck and f.u.c.k you until you come for me. Come all over my face.”
As before, his hot dirty words excited her almost more than she could bear. Maggie felt her resistance melting away under the heat and intensity of his gaze. Maybe he really did want to do this. But still she hesitated.
”I don't know,” she whispered at last. ”Do you really think it would help?”
”It had better,” he said, a touch grimly. ”If it doesn't the only other thing I can do is f.u.c.k you for real, and I know you don't want that.”
Maggie imagined herself welcoming him in, imagined taking that long, hard c.o.c.k of his between her legs and deep into her p.u.s.s.y...and felt a fresh surge of guilt. G.o.d, she shouldn't even be imagining that! But somehow she couldn't seem to help herself.
”Kor, I don't-” she began. Suddenly the ruby in her naval began to pulse even faster, as though demanding she do something soon. Maggie gasped and arched her back as the painful desire speared through her.
”Enough stalling,” Kor growled, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng red. ”You're hurting-that thing is actually f.u.c.king hurting you.” He frowned impatiently. ”Look, if it'll make you feel any better, I'll take it slow. We'll go step by step and try to do the bare minimum to make you feel better.”
Maggie bit her lip. ”What...what do you mean?”
”I'll just kiss you first...kiss the outside of your p.u.s.s.y. If that doesn't help, well...” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling. ”Then I'll have to spread you open and kiss the inside. Maybe lick your c.l.i.t.”
”And what...what if that doesn't help?” Maggie whispered, her heart pounding.
Kor frowned. ”Then I might have to put my tongue inside your soft little c.u.n.t. Might have to tonguef.u.c.k you and lap your honey right from the source. I'll try not to but if it's the only thing that'll make you feel better...” He trailed off, one eyebrow raised as though to make his point.
Maggie bit back a moan as the desire speared her again. ”All right. But...you'll just try kissing at first?”
”I promise,” he swore softly. ”We'll take it in slow steps. But right now you need to spread your legs, blondie. Open yourself and let me help you. Let me make it better.”
With a soft whimper of pain, Maggie complied. She couldn't help herself-couldn't stop what was already set in motion. She could only lie back and let Kor do what he could to help her ease the pain-even if that meant letting him spread her p.u.s.s.y with his tongue and lap her swollen little c.l.i.t until she came for him.
”Good girl,” he breathed as her p.u.s.s.y opened for him. ”G.o.ds, you have such a sweet little c.u.n.t. Can't wait to taste you.” He looked up at Maggie. ”But I'll go slow at first, sweetheart. I know you're sensitive so I'll try to take it easy on you.”
”Thank you,” she whispered but the words were lost in a moan. Because Kor had bent his head and was already laying a soft kiss on her outer p.u.s.s.y.
”Tell me how it feels,” he murmured, looking up briefly. ”If it helps.”
”I think...think it does help some,” Maggie said softly.
”But not enough. Look at that d.a.m.n thing blinking.” He nodded to the ruby implant in her naval. ”Afraid I'm going to have to spread you open, sweetheart. Kiss you inside.”
”All...all right,” Maggie whispered breathlessly. ”If you think you need to.”
”I know I do.” He suited actions to words, spreading her outer p.u.s.s.y lips with his thumbs to bare her slick petals.
Maggie's breath caught in her throat as he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her spread p.u.s.s.y. The pleasure from the implant spiked for a moment, telling her this was right, that Kor was giving her what she needed...or almost what she needed. Because she still felt the drawing sensation-the need for something more.
”Better?” he looked up again.
”Almost.” It was barely a whisper. Maggie couldn't drag her gaze from his mouth, which was s.h.i.+ny with her juices. As she watched, he licked his lips, clearly relis.h.i.+ng her taste.
”G.o.ds, your p.u.s.s.y is sweet.” His deep voice was hoa.r.s.e. ”Going to suck your little c.l.i.t now, Maggie. Suck it and lick it and kiss it to try and make you feel better. Okay?”
She nodded mutely, unable to speak. Unable to protest that this was wrong, so wrong. Because, G.o.d, it felt incredibly right.
”Good.” He bent between her legs again and pressed another hot kiss to the center of her cleft. Then Maggie felt the wet heat of his mouth surrounding the sensitive little b.u.t.ton of her c.l.i.t.
She bit back a cry as he sucked her little pink pearl into his mouth and began to trace it gently with his tongue. G.o.d, she was on fire! It felt so good she could barely stand it and yet still the implant flashed and pulsed, calling for more.
Kor took a long time licking and sucking her, tracing her carefully with the tip of his tongue one minute and then las.h.i.+ng her mercilessly the next. Her hands kept wanting to slide down and bury themselves in his thick black hair. She got as far as stroking his head but then she pulled back and curled her hands into fists at her sides instead. Urging him on would be like saying she wanted this, admitting that it felt better than anything she'd ever done with her fiance back home. She shouldn't admit that...should she?
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