Chapter 52

Claim 

You can and you will, he growls against my p***y, the vibration shooting straight through me, and forces ny thighs wider with his rough hands, pinning me open so he can bury his face deeper. “You’re gonna cum 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 clit. 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. 

His tongue fucks me deep, and despite me telling him that I never cum more than once, I’m already climbing again, desperate and dripping. My back arches off the table, breasts heaving, n*****s tight and aching as I ride his face without shame, grinding my p***y harder against his relentless, ruthless mouth, his stubble scraping my inner thighs. 

‘Oh, God, oh, God, oh fucking God.” My hands fist in his hair, and I’m totally out of control now, shamelessly spread on his mouth, begging for release. “Oh Locke, yes! Make me cum again… I need it, please. I’m going to die if I don’t cum!” 

The second orgasm builds fast and vicious, rolling through my core until I’m incoherent, sobbing his name, egs locked around his head, toes curling, my honey coating his chin and dripping onto the table beneath js. He doesn’t stop even as I shatter, tongue flicking mercilessly through every spasm, drawing it out until ‘m nothing but a quivering, begging mess beneath him, and then everything goes black.