Wulfgar’s tongue flicked a sensitive spot over and over, until I was moaning.
Fergus shushed me, palming my breast. “You’re not to c*m until I say. Otherwise ye will be punished.”
“Punished? How?” I managed to gasp out. Wulfgar paused, allowing me to get my thoughts in order. “You speak often of punishing me. I wish to know more.” Fergus seemed to look forward to punishing me. His excitement made me curious.
“Dinnae tempt me, sweet one. Ye will know, soon enough.”
Wulfgar returned to his work, sweeping his tongue up my slit and I lost all sense. My hips bucked and writhed but Wulfgar held them fast and my struggles did nothing to budge his large hands. Little shocks ran through me, from the mouth on my cunt to the fingers on my n*****s.
Fergus kept up his savage litany, “Ye willnae c*
