Free Urges: Part Three (The Urges Series Book 3) by Sky Corgan

badly, don't you?” he purrs before bending to kiss
my inner thigh.
    “ Don't
flatter yourself. You're the one who was chasing me, remember.”
I relax against the pillows with a satisfied grin playing across my
face. Everything feels heavenly, and he hasn't even gotten to my core
yet.
    I close my eyes and
wait for the moment when his mouth connects to my sex, but it doesn't
happen. His weight shifts on the bed, and when I open my eyes again,
he's taking off his belt. Such a control freak. Only moments ago, I
was trying to do that for him. He must really enjoy denying me.
    “ Give
me your hands,” he tells me once the belt is off, and he's
holding it precariously by the buckle.
    “ No.”
    “ No?”
He cocks his head back in surprise.
    “ No,”
I enunciate the word.
    “ Why
not?” He pulls the belt into his other hand so that he's
holding a length of it.
    “ Were
you planning on binding my wrists?” There's no question in my
mind that he was.
    “ Yes,”
he admits hesitantly.
    “ Then
no.” I prop myself up on my elbows. “I don't want to be
denied the pleasure of touching you. I want to curl my fingers in
your hair and score your back with my nails. I wasn't able to do that
the last two times we were together. If you truly want me back, then
that's the price tonight. We're going to have to work on compromising
to meet each other's needs, and this is the start.”
    I expect him to
argue with me, but instead, he tosses the belt to the side and
descends on my cunt so quickly that I cry out when his tongue deftly
swirls around my cleft. My hands slip into his hair as he
aggressively works his tongue against my clit, drawing my climax to
the surface so quickly that my entire body bucks from it. I choke on
my own breath as I watch him, as I feel the contractions race through
me and his warm wet, mouth working me over.
    “ You
come so easily,” he moans into me.
    “ It's
your fault.”
    “ I
bet I can make you come all over my face a second time.” He
glances over my mound at me, and I can tell that he's smirking
without even having to see it.
    “ I
bet you....ohhh God.” His mouth is on me before I can even
finish the sentence. My fingers curl into the comforter below us as
he sucks my clit up between his lips before nibbling on it gently.
“Just like that,” I pant. “Don't stop.”
    He slides his hands
around my thighs and pulls me into him to the point that I worry he
might not be able to breathe. My lust is deeper than my concern
though, and I push my hips up to meet him, gripping the back of his
head and forcing him down, making sure he doesn't pull away before
I've had my fill. Within seconds, I'm shattering, crying out so
loudly that I'm worried my neighbors might hear. That shouldn't
matter though. I plan to get a lot louder with him very soon.
    “ Jesus
Christ.” He pulls away, looking up at me in disbelief.
    For a moment, I'm
embarrassed. Strangling him to death with my pussy was never my
intention, but a little payback never hurt anyone, especially after
what he put me through in his basement.
    “ You're
fucking incredible.” His hard body rubs against me as he kisses
me so passionately that it feels like we might devour each other. If
anything, my aggression seems to have turned him on more. We savor
the taste of one another, and I explore the slick cavern of his mouth
with unadulterated glee. The damn alcohol has left me feeling all
giddy, and the fact that I'm about to have Trent the way I've always
wanted him, even more so.
    “ Fuck
me, Trent. I need your cock inside of me.” I drag my nails down
his back in a warm up stroke.
    He rests his
forehead against mine, catching his breath for a moment before he
rolls off of me and sits up. “Not tonight.”
    “ Not
tonight?” It feels like my heart has stopped beating. What does
he mean not tonight? If he doesn't fuck me, I think I might die,
especially after that tease.
    “ You're
drunk.” He puts his hand on my chest to force me back