“You can and you will,” he growls against my p***y, the vibration shooting straight through me, and forces my thighs wider with his rough hands, pinning me open so he can bury his face deeper. “You’re gonna c*m again, baby. I know you can do it for me, so be a good girl and do as I say.”
"Wait, please –” I twist away, the sensations suddenly far too much for me to bear, but he clamps down on my hips, holding me firm. “Locke – wait –”
The words tear from my throat uselessly, as his mouth descends, tongue relentless against my swollen c**t. He doesn't tease me, he doesn’t listen to my pleas; he devours me, sucking my sensitive nub between his lips while two fingers thrust back inside me, curling against that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes, the one that Locke finds unerringly.
