Chapter 10

His lips ravish me. First, they're on my neck, licking circles along my skin before his teeth begin nipping and biting, surely leaving more marks for me to stare at in the mirror long after he's gone. He moves lower, to my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth, making my hands grip his hair to hold him there. I'm probably holding him much too tightly to me, but his groan only makes my nails dig into his scalp more. I only let him up so he can move to the other breast, his beard scratching against my skin as he goes to lick around my nipple until he encloses it in his mouth.

"I was thinking of these breasts all week," he says.

I'm surprised at his words, but quickly reply, "Is that all you thought about?"

He smirks up at me, eyes locked with mine as he crawls lower. "No. I thought of this much more."

His head dips, tongue going to my clit with the barest of licks. It still has my body arching off of the bed. He chuckles, and I narrow my eyes at him, but it quickly disappears with my mouth opening to let out a moan when he circles my clit. The tension there is coiling, already anxious for relief, for release. My stomach clenches, my body twitching as he sucks my clit into his mouth, moving the tip of his tongue from side to side on it. His hand comes to my stomach, holding me down so I have no choice but to lie there and let him work me toward an orgasm. Not that I'm fighting it at all.

His mouth lets my clit go with an audible pop while his hands go to my thighs, spreading them as his tongue slides through my wetness until it's at my opening. I arch my body up, desperate for his teasing circles to cease so I can feel his tongue inside of me.

"Law, please." I give in to pleading with him.

And it works because he thrusts his tongue into me. My hands grip the sheets, my eyes closing as pleasure rushes over me.

"Oh God. Please don't stop." I pant.

"Not until you give me what I want," he says.

And God, just the way his voice vibrates against my pussy has me that much closer to reaching that bliss my body is begging for. And I'll do anything to catch it. With Law's tongue sliding up toward my clit again, I arch up, making it go where I want it to. And Law seems content to let me, pressing his mouth harder to me, staying still as I ride his face.

It's not long before my thighs are quivering in his hold. I know he feels it too when he brings my thighs closer, to the sides of his head so his hands are free to come to my breasts.

"Come on my tongue, Sarah." Law spurs me on. "Let me taste your sweetness."

"God." It comes out of me strangled. But his words, mixed with his tongue flicking my clit and his hands covering my breasts, it has me flying higher by the second. Almost there. Almost. But it feels so damn far away with all of my body bunched with tension. My back is unable to meet the bed, my thighs couldn't stop clenching Law's head if I tried. My hands grip the sheets so tightly, my fingers are starting to hurt.

"I'm not even gonna lick it all up," Law says. "I'll leave some so you're dripping when I fuck you."

Then he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I gasp as I fall apart. My hands finally do let go of the sheets, but only to hold Law's head to me. He sucks so hard it hurts, but God, I only want more of it. More of him. More of his mouth. Suddenly, it's gone.

My eyes fly open, looking at Law like he's lost his damn mind.

"No." I groan.

He only wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and then smirks at me. Like my body isn't still shaking with what his mouth did to me.

"I said I'd leave some for my cock, didn't I?"

"I don't even think I can move." I pant.

Now that my body's not clinging onto him like it's part of my very existence, I feel like I can barely move a muscle.

"You're gonna have to," he says as he hovers over me.

I'm only confused at his words for a moment before he begins to move us both. Him to go under me, me on top of him. I end up straddling him, his cock between my thighs, against my far too sensitive clit. His hands grip my hips, flexing there, as if he's barely keeping himself in control. His next words all but confirm that.

"I'll give you a few minutes, because you will be riding my cock until you make me come. But I'll only give you time as long as you can answer my questions without your voice shaking."

Brows furrowed, I smile at his little game. Especially if it will give my body a few moments to actual feel like I can move again. And with Law's cock against my pussy, I find I'm quite content to sit just like this for a little while. But clearly, he isn't. He arches up just as he asks his first question.

"Did you think of me this week?"

What? I don't want to answer the question. It feels too... raw? Like the yes I'd be compelled to say would leave me too bare. But I won't lie, and I don't even know if it's because it's a rule of his or because a part of me wants him to know the truth.

"Yes," I breathe, struggling to say it more clearly since the feeling of him rubbing against my clit is quickly revving my body right back up.

"Did you miss me?"

"I did." My voice breaks a little at the end, and he arches a brow at me, maybe deciding if that counts as the shake he mentioned.

He begins grinding harder against me, his hands holding me tighter to him. My hips circle, shuddering breaths leaving me, damning and both adoring this man beneath me for what he can do to my body with so little effort.

"Did you play with yourself, imagining you were with me?"

I still for just a second, but it's enough for him to realize.

"You did," he answers for me, then hums. "I don't know if I should consider your pause as a lie or not. What do you think? Should I punish you by not letting you come again tonight?"

"No. Please."

"Hmm. I like when you beg. A lot. How many times did you play with yourself?"

"Three," I moan. I'm leaning forward now, my nails digging into his chest, but he doesn't seem to mind. I can barely think straight anymore, my mind just telling me to slide him inside of me over and over.

"Not every night? I must not have done enough last time. Do you want me to give you a reason to play with this pussy every night until you see me again?"

"Please." And my voice shakes.

"Time's up. Get me inside you."

I hurry to obey him, sitting up as I rise and reach between us. His cock is covered in my wetness, making it easy for me to slide down every inch of him.

"Law," I sigh once he's filled me completely.

"I heard your voice purring my name all week long. Like a fucking mantra in my ear," he says huskily. Then he sits up and whispers. "Are you still a whore?" All I can do is nod as he falls back to the pillow. "Then, fuck me like the whore you are and make me shout your name."

A shiver runs down my spine, and a second later, I'm rising on him, slamming down, rising again. He hisses, hands moving from my hips to my ass, gripping it tightly, making me move my pelvis forward each time I come down on him. I toss my head back, arch my back, and ride him faster, harder, his groans and grunts edging me on.

"Ride this cock. Take all the pleasure you want from it. Fuck yourself on me."

"Oh my God." I breathe, his words going far past my ears. They flood my veins, fusing with my blood to shoot straight to where it's been rushing to since the moment I walked in this room. Hell, long before that. My swollen clit, where the tension is quickly becoming unbearable.

"You like when I use your body to get off, don't you?"

He lifts me up and drives me down on his cock again.

"You love it when I pound my cock into you, don't you?"

"Yes!" I scream when he arches up into me as I ride him like crazy. My quaking thighs burn from how quickly I move on him, but I want to come again. I want him to come, so I can look down at him while he falls into the pleasure I'm giving him.