Admitting the Lie (FF) (Chapter 3)
Her kitchen counter was just the appetizer. For the main course, I told her to get on the table.
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Alice's eyes flew open, wide and wild. The command registered, and I saw the war inside her: the lifetime of modesty and control fighting against the raw, thrilling desire to be completely dominated. To be seen.
Desire won. It wasn't even close.
A shudder wracked her body. A tiny, broken sob escaped her lips. But her eyes, glistening with tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure, stayed locked on mine.
"Good girl," I purred.
Then I lowered my head and went to work. I plunged my tongue deep into her, tasting the sweet, musky flavor of her arousal. She was clean, with a sharp, salty tang that was utterly addictive. I licked up and down her slit, parting her folds, learning the shape and texture of her. Her hips began to buck against my mouth, a frantic, uncontrolled rhythm.
I hooked my thumbs on her hip bones, holding her still, anchoring her to the island while I feasted on her. I found her clit again, that perfect, hard pearl, and I circled it with my tongue, fas…
