Chapter 108
**Sara**
His hand slipped beneath my sweater, caressing the soft skin of my stomach. I shivered, my body alight with sensation.
"You see," he continued, "I plan to savor every moment. I want to take my time and learn every inch of you."
His fingers trailed upward, brushing the underside of my breast. I gasped, my nipple stiffening.
"And when I'm finally ready," he murmured, his lips grazing my neck, "I'm going to make you scream."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"Don't worry, darling. The wait will be worth it."
His hand slid down, cupping my pussy through the jeans. I gasped, my body arching into his touch.
"Fuck, Tom," I breathed, my fingers clawing at the wall.
"Language, my dear," he chided, his thumb tracing the outline of my clit. "And here I thought you were a proper young lady."
"Proper? With the way you're touching me?"
He hummed, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. "But you started this, didn't you? Calling me an 'old man'?" His hand slipped beneath the jeans, caressing my lace-covered pussy. "Now you'll have to face the consequences."
I bit my lip, stifling a moan as his fingers teased me through the thin fabric. "And what exactly are those consequences?"
"Why don't you wait and see?" he purred, his hand dipping lower to cup my pussy.
I couldn't hold back a shudder of pleasure as he rubbed me through the lace. His touch was electric, sending tingles of sensation straight to my core.
"Tom, please..." I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand.
"Impatient, are we?" His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck. "Don't worry. I'm just getting started."
He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging past my lips. I melted into him, my body alive with desire. His fingers continued their relentless teasing, coaxing needy whimpers from me.
My hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer if possible. Our lips parted, leaving me panting, and I groaned when he slipped one finger inside my wet panties to brush against my slick folds.
"Fuck, Tom," I moaned, unable to control myself.
"Language," he chided me with a smirk, his finger sliding through my wetness, teasing my clit just enough to drive me crazy. "Or do I need to spank you?"
"Asshole," I whispered, breathless with need.
"Someone's got quite the mouth today. We'll have to do something about that."
Before I could retort, his mouth was on mine again. His fingers plunged into my pussy, pushing past my folds and curling inside me. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I rocked against him, trying to take him deeper.
"God, Sara," he growled against my lips. "So fucking wet for me."
"Because of you," I gasped, my nails digging into his flesh.
His fingers pumped in and out of me, slow yet merciless. He knew exactly how to get me primed and ready, and damn it if he wasn't using every trick in his book.
Breaking our kiss, he moved his mouth to my ear, nipping the lobe. "Bet you want my cock, don't you?"
"Yes," I breathed. "So bad."
His fingers retreated, leaving me aching and desperate. "Then on your knees, darling."
I didn't hesitate. Sinking to my knees before him, I fumbled with his belt and jeans, pulling them down with a sense of urgency. His cock sprang free, hard and pulsing.
"You want this?" he asked, his tone smug.
"Shut up," I muttered, grabbing his shaft and bringing it to my lips. I flicked my tongue around the head, savoring his taste for a moment before taking him into my mouth.
"That's my girl," he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair.
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and working him with my tongue. He groaned, thrusting lightly into my mouth. His cock was hard and thick, filling me with the salty taste of his precum.
"Fuck, Sara," he panted, his grip on my hair tightening.
I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. The sight of him, eyes dark with lust, nearly undid me. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, and I knew I needed him inside me soon.
He pulled out of my mouth abruptly, and I whined at the loss, my lips still tingling from the taste of him.
Tom's eyes glittered with mischief as he grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the floor. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?"
I stumbled after him, barely able to keep up with his long strides.
He pushed open the bedroom door and pulled me inside, eyes locked on mine.
My back hit the bed, and he was on me in an instant. His hands worked quickly, yanking my jeans and panties down my legs. His gaze traveled over my exposed pussy, making me burn under the intensity.
His hand slid between my legs, his fingers teasing my folds. "Someone's very wet," he murmured.
"Go fuck yourself," I shot back, breathless.
"Not necessary. I've got you for that." He grinned wickedly and plunged two fingers inside me, making me arch off the bed with a scream.
"Tom, please..."
His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot that made my toes curl. But he didn't stop there. He slid his other hand under me, lifting my ass off the bed and giving it a sharp smack.
I yelped, the sting sending a jolt of excitement to my core. He spanked me again, harder this time, and I moaned, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
"Like that, don't you?" he growled.
"More," I gasped shamelessly.
He obliged, spanking my ass until it was red and stinging, alternating with thrusting his fingers in and out of my soaking pussy. The sensations blended into a whirl of pleasure and pain, making me dizzy with need.
When I thought I couldn't take anymore, he withdrew his fingers and moved down the bed. His breath tickled my skin, making me shiver.
He spread my legs wider and lowered his head. The first stroke of his tongue against my clit made me cry out, my hips bucking. He licked and sucked, his mouth working skillfully to drive me wild. I tangled my fingers in his hair, anchoring myself as he took me apart with his tongue.
"Oh, god, Tom," I panted, my legs trembling.
He hummed in response, the vibrations sending a shiver through me. He lapped at my pussy greedily, his tongue delving inside me before flicking back to my clit. I was wet, so close, the coil inside me tightening with every swipe of his tongue.
His fingers joined the fray, thrusting inside me and crooking just right. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," I gasped, on the edge.
He pulled back slightly, his lips slick with my juices. "Not yet," he murmured, giving my clit a teasing flick with his tongue.
"Tom, please, I need—"
"Patience, Sara. I'm enjoying my dessert."
I whined, hips rocking as he thrust his fingers deeper, relentlessly stroking my spot while his tongue danced over my clit. My body betrayed me, building tension even as he slowed his movements, keeping me on the brink but not letting me tip over.
When I thought I might lose my mind, he finally took pity on me, sucking my clit hard and fast. I shattered, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My thighs clamped around his head, but he didn't let up, milking my orgasm for every last drop.
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