Chapter 477-He Can Lick

Chapter 477: 477-He Can Lick

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I felt him behind me, and my breath began to catch as he wrapped one arm around my body, making it land perfectly under my boobs.

I could tell there was no escape tonight.

Part of me was scared he would stop again, and I didn’t know why I was feeling so hungry.

But he didn’t.

He leaned over until his lips were close to ear, then began placing little kisses all over it.

The sound of his lips puckering and pressing against my skin was clearly audible, causing my breath to hitch once again.

And he didn’t stop there.

His free hand ran up my thigh, and in one swift motion, slipped into my panties.

I gasped and opened my eyes.

There was a window in front of me, and I could see a storm raging outside, while another raged inside my chest.

The moment his hand touched me between my legs, I realized there was no going back.

The way his fingers brushed against the soft line of my pussy, a shiver of warmth ran through me.

I gently wrapped my hand around his, the one that rested tightly beneath my breast, and held it close.

My other hand slipped behind him, settling at the nape of his neck as my fingers began to move slowly through his hair.

He kissed me intently on my cheek, then the sensitive shell of my ear, lingering there as if he never wanted to leave.

Between my still-pressed thighs, his fingers moved with aggressive passion, stroking me in slow circles that made my breath catch.

My knees softened beneath me, and as he gently parted my folds, seeking more of me, my legs began to open of their own accord, inviting him closer.

He held me firmly yet tenderly against him, allowing no space between our bodies.

His lips wandered lovingly over my neck, my chin, my cheeks, and the curve of my ear.

All the while his hand continued its rhythm against my clit, circling with passion.

When he finally settled the tip of his finger at the entrance and gave it a firm shake, my body nearly melted into him, but he held me tight, as if he would never let me fall.

My breathing grew rapid and uneven.

The heavy rise and fall of my chest seemed to escape his notice at first, until he suddenly slid his hand higher.

Instead of resting against my stomach, his fingers closed firmly around one breast, pressing the other softly under his muscular forearm.

Keeping his index finger settled against my clitoris, he slowly began easing his middle finger inside me.

I sank my teeth into my lower lip, fighting the urge to cry out, afraid I might break the skin if I bit any harder.

The moment his finger was fully within me, he began moving it in an aggressive side-to-side rhythm.

"Ahh! A—h!" Soft, broken sounds slipped past my lips despite my efforts.

His free hand continued caressing my breasts over the fabric, but the barrier clearly frustrated him.

In the next breath he gripped the front of my nightie and tore it open down the middle.

His hand slipped beneath my bra, cupping my breast completely this time.

I felt the quiet weight of his palm as he registered just how soft I was against him.

All the while his finger continued its vibration inside me.

He withdrew it only to press back in with a gentle twist, finding the same rhythm once more.

His other finger never left my clitoris, pressing firmly as he began rocking my body sideways in an aggressive and passionate manner, holding me close, never allowing any space between us.

My eyes began to roll back in pleasure just as I felt another of his fingers slide inside me.

His movements grew more insistent, only pausing briefly in soft moments as he withdrew both fingers.

He then stroked them slowly around my entrance before slipping his hand beneath my thigh, lifting one leg onto the kitchen counter and opening me completely to him.

For support, he continued caressing my breast, gently pinching my nipple as he eased two fingers back inside me, this time without restraint.

He thrust them in and out while twisting them inside me, the heel of his palm meeting my folds again and again, creating soft, wet sounds that only heightened my need.

Little whimpers escaped my lips as I ached for more.

My hands slapped against the counter for balance; I gripped it tightly with both while he continued working his fingers deep inside me.

His pace grew so intense that at one point I struggled to draw breath.

After several long minutes of vigorous motion, never once easing or giving me space to recover, he finally withdrew his fingers.

A warm rush of wetness spilled from me, making me breathless and feel embarrassed at the same time.

By then my knees had already begun to buckle, and he quickly caught me from behind, steadying me against his body.

I was completely limp.

Ragnar turned me around and put me over his shoulder.

I wasn’t sure what he was going to do next.

He carried me out to the living room couch and laid me down.

I noticed the way he began to pull my panties, still hugging my thighs, completely off my body and throwing them aside.

I felt so shy when he raised my dress and spread my legs.

I closed my eyes and turned my face to the other side, biting my lip shyly while I hugged myself.

Then my eyes shot open when I felt something warm touch my pussy lips.

When I opened my eyes, his head was between my legs, and he was licking my pussy like he had been hungry for too long.

His tongue worked its way between my folds, forcing itself easily between my pussy lips, moving them apart, nipping them, while sucking whatever was left there.

I didn’t know how I would be able to look into his eyes the next morning and be rude to him, or act distant with him.

It seemed as if he knew how to take control of my body.

My eyes closed tighter and my fists clenched when the tip of his tongue threatened to enter me.

He started to push it through with slow, groaning motions while his hand ran up my dress, over my stomach.

His finger settled on my belly button, making me bite the inside of my cheek the moment he began to finger it.