Seventy-Six

Seventy-Six

Naomi

He slid his tongue into my folds and if it wasn't because I was in bonds, I would have struggled with keeping my legs apart.

Against my better judgement, a starved moan left my lips as his teeth softly grazed the bundle of nerves called my clitoris, drawing my long wanted orgasm closer.

"Seth…" I whimpered, wishing to pull him closer.

As if hearing my mind, Seth's mouth ate me up like I was his last meal.

I moaned so loudly, my sense of decency out the window as his mouth touched everyone of my nerve endings. He was like a wild impatient man, who might die if he didn't consume his prey.

And I was his, the prey, who feared the man, but also craved him.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he took a short breath, then dived back in, consuming me like it was his oxygen, and I wasn't the one who was out of breath.

I could feel my orgasm building. I tugged on the cuffs as I lost my mind, while Seth refused to relent, drawing mu orgasm closer.

Just one more—

No!

Seth