You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 99

The rest of my words hurried down my throat. Fuck, this was cruel.

"I..." I swallowed. "My day was good."

His eyes lit with sick amusement. "Who did you see today?"

Before I could answer, his tongue dragged another hot, slow stripe up my slit and my spine practically levitated.

This was near impossible.

My voice came in pieces. "My... My co-workers."

"You didn't see your boss?"

My heart raced at the mention of Grayson.

"I—" A sharp suck on my clit cut off my words.

Shit!

"I did."

I glanced down at where I was being eaten out by him, to his lips locked around my pussy, giving it a lazy lick.

He pinned me with his gaze and did that insane thing where he pulled and sucked particularly on my clit. He watched me as I whimpered.

He sucked on my clit longer than he ever had, slowly as well like he had all the time in the world. He didn't take it out of his mouth for one second and continued sucking like it was candy.

The pleasure was blinding. I threw my head back and released a series of embarrassing moans. Before I knew it, there was a lone tear sliding down my cheek.

"What did you wear today?"

He bit my needy nub when my response was delayed.

Oh, God.

"G—Grey pants..."

He sucked.

"A black shirt."

He pulled.

"Please..." I choked on a sob. God knows I wasn't begging him to stop.

His chuckle rumbled right against my folds as he withdrew his tongue.

"Hands on your knees." His voice had gone cold, and suddenly, I didn't feel safe anymore.

Though it was hard considering how shaken I was, I managed to pull my hand free from the wall, released my shirt and planted both hands on my parted knees.

"Good girl." He kissed my soaked pearl and somehow, that sent an unusual ripple through me.

Both his arms slid beneath my hips, lifting me with the kind of strength that said I wasn't going anywhere. One hand moved up my spine, catching the hem of my shirt and shoving it higher, baring more of me to his greedy gaze.

Then, in that same spine-prickling tone that had frightened me just seconds ago, he warned: "Don't move those hands, Rali. You don't want to see what happens if you do."

His words only made my brows crease with worry because I knew it meant I was seconds away from destruction.

He lowered his eyes from mine to the heat between my legs in a kind of way that told me he was done teasing. I watched with half-thrill, half-fear as he tugged me closer by the hips and fully claimed my sex with his mouth.

"F—fuck!"

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