Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1) by Dakota Trace Page A

wanted. She waited on baited breath to see if he’d taste her or merely tease. She groaned as he skirted her slit to tongue the crease of where her thigh met her torso. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this…hell, that he was doing this. After coming at the beach, she’d figured that she was in for another punishment. Not one as severe as the one she’d earned by running, but at least a spanking.
    Instead, he tosses me on the bed, and orders me to hang onto the headboard while he eats my pussy – what kinda fucked up punishment is that?
    “That’s it, little one.” Deacon lifted his head, while spreading her labia wide with his thumbs, exposing her wet inner folds. She should be embarrassed to have him examining her so closely. She should be protesting but instead found herself even more aroused at the idea he wanted to see every part of her sex. “Let me see that pretty little clit and luscious wet hole.” His fingers kept her open as his head dipped lower - his tongue extended.
    She was torn between wanting to close her eyes, unable to bear the raw image of him tasting her, and storing up every second of their time together like a greedy squirrel hoarding nuts for winter. She jolted at the first brush of wetness across her inner folds. She squirmed when he circled her opening, then cried out as he dipped inside as delicately as a humming bird sipping at nectar. “Sir!”
    “Mmmmm.” His tongue deserted her entrance.
    She groaned as agile, wet heat lashed at her clit. From her elevated position, she could see his tongue moving over her bud. It was beyond her scope of experience, to watch and feel him feasting on her. “I…oh, hell…Dea—Sir….damn it.” She knew she was babbling but couldn’t tear her focus away from the fire burning in-between her legs.
    The sharp slap against her thigh had her moaning and arching toward his mouth. It also told her even with his attention focused on his meal, he was aware of her slip. She grew wetter. Where the hell had this man been hiding? She’d have never guessed her best friend hid this attention to detail under his easy going, good old boy attitude.
    Guess it goes to prove that it all depends upon the subject matter.
    The sudden intrusion of two thick fingers into her pussy sent her thoughts scattering. She greedily clamped around the invading digits as pleasure burst over her. The thrust and drag of them as he finger-fucked her, only sent her higher. Instinctively, she lifted towards them, tears welling in her eyes as she fought the need for more. Every thought, every sharp inhale was centered on her growing orgasm. She trembled on the edge, her knuckles going white around the spindles. “Sir, please.”
    He lifted his head. “It’s not going to be that easy. You’re going to have to work for it.” Pulling his fingers free, he made a production out of sucking them clean. Her womb clenched hard. Had she ever seen anything so erotic in her life?
    “Mmmm…” He gave her rakish grin, then hooked his hands under her knees and pushed them towards her chest. She squeaked as her bottom left the bed. A protest built in her throat as he dipped his head once more, but this time considerably lower than before. If she could’ve jumped up from the bed she would’ve, when she felt the hot probe of his tongue against her anus.
    “What…. Sir!” She gritted her teeth and her head tilted back, as he circled her bottom hole then pressed against it. Unfamiliar sensations filled her.
    “You better not be closing those eyes, Bethany.” His warning was hoarse but firm. Then he shifted his hold and braced her legs with one long forearm across the back of her thighs – leaving one hand free while he resumed his teasing.
    “No, Sir,” she panted, squirming each time the tip of his tongue breached her hole. How could he be doing this? It’s dirty….
    All thoughts of how deliciously wrong his actions were fell to the wayside when his thumb circled her clit,