Chapter 52 - What should I do if I get addicted? (2/2)

My heart thumped faster and I could feel myself blushing even more. It was my first time, but I had no intention to refuse his will. After all, he had made sure to lick me down there every time he f.u.c.k.i.e.d me in my dream! I had been wondering how it would feel in real.

And, now I'm about to get one, how could I reject him?

He must have noticed the eagerness in my eyes because he decided to tease me, ignoring my frustrated groan when he avoided kissing right in my waiting hole.

Do I sound like a b*tch in heat now?

I could care less. I could be a b*tch in heat, but I would only be HIS b*tch in heat.

”Beg me, baby...” He smirked.

I could feel my hole twitched when he blew on it. I wanted him to touch it, to lick it, to suck on it. It was unbearable, not when he was there so close to it but refused to touch it unless I begged him.

So, I begged him.

”Please, please, please, Tom...” I didn't realize how desperate I sounded.

”Please what?” He licked the outer lips in a slow motion, avoiding touching the burning hole and my clit. I shuddered in anticipation, but only to meet with frustration.

”Please, touch it! Lick me! Eat me! Make me c.u.m!” I nearly shouted when he dove right to it as soon as those embarrassing words came out of my mouth.

I threw my head backwards as the pleasure hit my every nerves hard. A throaty groan and m.o.a.n came out from me as he lapped diligently at my wet folds. His tongue would tease my hard clit and my thigh would stiffen in response. Then, his tongue would force its way into my small hole and rub it hard, making me gasp and I felt my legs turned like jelly. His big cold hands took a firm control of my ass, holding each of my thighs firmly so I wouldn't back away from his sweet torture he implicated upon my body.

”Ah...Ah...ah... Tom...” I gasped, calling out his name while m.o.a.ning.

My eyes widened as I felt -and watched - his finger went inside me. His tongue was still flicking at my clit, but now he had one of his fingers inside me, rubbing the walls of my tight hole.

”Damn, baby, you are still so tight.” He murmured. His eyes met mine and I could see him filled with the same l.u.s.t I felt.

He stopped his licking for a while, only to study my reaction when he pushed his finger deeper and rubbed my walls. Gasp escaped my lips and I could feel my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I closed my eyes in ecstasy when his fingers grazed on to something that felt so good inside.

I crumpled my bed sheet under my hands, my back arched unconsciously, and my thighs moved to close themselves when a strange feeling, even bigger than when I rubbed my clit, came onto me.

Of course, he wouldn't allow that.

I was laying there, with my one of legs pinned under his own leg, and the other was held in place with his one hand. The other hand was busy pleasuring me to a new level of pleasure.

I was crying when the strange feeling washed over my body in a huge wave.

Oh my God, what should I do if I get addicted to this pleasure?