Black Ties and White Lies(61)

She clutches the headboard to have something to hold onto. Her pussy hovers just above my tongue, I try to pull her all the way down before I circle her clit with my tongue, but she keeps a good grip on the bed, not allowing her body down anymore.

“Fuck my face, baby,” I demand, pulling on her again. I swipe my tongue across her, hoping that’ll convince her to get totally comfortable.

She moans but doesn’t let her body fully relax. I hook my arms over the tops of her thighs, pulling her down.

“Beck,” she moans as I stick my tongue in her. “I’m going to suffocate you.”

I spread her thighs even wider for me, opening up even more of her for me to ravish. “That’s the point. I want to suffocate in your dripping wet pussy, knowing it’s me who made it that way. When you come, I want to feel it against me, Violet. I want to feel every squirm, spasm, and everything else in between. And once I’ve done that, I’m going to know that sweet little cunt of yours is ready to take every inch of me.”

Finally, her body goes lax, my face becoming buried in her wetness. “Such a good girl.”

I lick and lap at her, my fingers running up and down the seam of her ass. Her moans get loud, her hips bucking up and down. My tongue is relentless against the most sensitive spots of her until I’m confident she has to be close. I love that she’s no longer holding back. All her weight comes down onto my face, and I ravish in every second of it.

A loud moan erupts from her chest as she does just what I asked of her—she fucks my face beautifully—her hips moving in a chaotic motion as she chooses the pace that feels the best.

“Oh Beck, I’m coming,” she screams. Her fingers clutch onto the headboard as she rides my face.

I don’t stop licking until she moves her hips from me. She crawls off, sliding down my body until I come face-to-face with her once again.

“I didn’t know that could feel so…”

Quickly, I come out from underneath her and spin our bodies. With her now lying underneath me, I take a moment to appreciate the woman who has brought me to my knees. She looks exquisite with her hair wildly outstretched in every direction, some of the pieces framing her cheeks that are hot with desire. Margo looks like she’s been properly fucked and my cock hasn’t even been inside her yet.

I can’t fucking wait to see what she looks like once I’m done with her. I can already tell it’ll be burned in my mind forever. The image of her watching me curiously as she wonders what I’ll do next. I remember a similar look on her face that night at my parents. That time we weren’t naked, our bodies barely touching, but I wanted her as desperately then as I do now.

Her eyes roam over my face. She reaches up, swiping her finger over my lip. “I’m all over your face.”

She doesn’t look embarrassed by it, or unsure about it at all. In fact, she squirms her hips against my straining cock as she looks hungrily at my lips. “Does it turn you on to see your cum on my face?”

Her eyes roll back in her head, her body trembling at my words.

I lean in close, brushing my lips against hers. “If it turns you on to see yourself on my lips, I wonder how much it’ll drive you wild to taste yourself on my tongue?” I stick my tongue in her mouth, licking the seam of her lips like a man who's been starved.

She rocks against me, almost perfectly lining up my erection with her entrance. If I just applied pressure, I’d be stretching her wide for me.

I look at her pussy. “God, Margo, you’re dripping wet for me, baby.”

Her back arches off the bed. “Beck, if you don’t fuck me already I’m going to lose it.”

I smirk, running the head of my cock through her puffy lips. Fuck, she’s so ready for me. This is the most patience I’ve ever shown in my life. I’ve fought the urge to plummet inside of her since the moment I saw her lingerie in the shower. Yet by some miracle, I’ve taken my time.

But the time has finally come.

I’m going to fuck Margo Moretti. The woman who has haunted so many of my dreams. The woman who has been in every fucking fantasy I’ve had for the past year.

I click my tongue, sticking just the tip inside her. I’m in only an inch, but she moans so loudly I’m dying to know what sounds I can pull from her when I sheath myself all the way inside her. “I won’t make you wait any longer for me.”

“Thank god," she replies, total ecstasy in her features as she wiggles her hips to try and take me deeper.

I pull out of her, circling her clit with my head. “Remember, Margo, god isn’t the one making you feel this way. If you say any other name but mine, I’m going to have to find ways to remind you just who makes you feel this way. And I promise you, if that’s what it takes, you won’t be able to walk for days.”

She moans in frustration—or maybe it’s pleasure. Truly, I don’t know with her. We seem to be in a constant stream of both when it comes to us. I wouldn’t want it any other way. “Is that really a threat?” she fires back at mine.

This woman. She’ll be my undoing. My ruin. And I’m going to savor every fucking second of it.





Beck clicks his tongue. “Fuck, baby. You can’t say things like that.”

Hearing him call me baby might be my favorite thing in the world. Finding out why he gave me the nickname Violet did funny things to me, but for some reason, baby has me feeling too much at once.