“In my mind, I’ve fucked every hole of yours in this very Hellspring,” his rough voice rasped in my ear as he lifted me back against him. One hand found my legs, tugging off my stilettos one at a time. They went flying out of the bubbling water, landing out of sight across the cavernous space. “I’ve bent you over the edge and eaten you out until you were nothing more than a whimpering puddle of pleasure. I’ve pressed that aching little pussy of yours against these bubbles and watched you come undone. I’ve sat on the edge—right there …” He turned me until I noticed the ledge of stone jutting out just above the surface of the water, “… and fed my cock into your greedy little throat.”

The last vestiges of my corset and pantyhose were ripped from my ankles, following the stilettos across the cavern, leaving an arc of water splashing down to the hot spring.

“But right now, I’m desperate for a taste of you, Mouse,” he growled, lifting me onto the ledge, laying me face down on the warm, smooth stone, my legs dangling into the water.

When I pressed up onto my palms, a gentle but firm hand between my shoulder blades guided my chest back to the stone. “Stay just like that. Let me play with my pretty Mouse. I’m going to devour this sweet little pussy.”

His pretty Mouse. The way my heart skipped a beat at those words. But was he mine?

I wanted him to be. So badly. Against all better judgement, I wanted this big, red devil to be mine.

“O-okay,” I stammered, my pussy clenching violently as his fingers hooked around the strand of my G-string and tugged it aside, his palms spreading my cheeks.

“Look at you, already throbbing for me.” He thumbed my pussy lips apart, and my nails scratched in vain against the stone. I needed something to hold onto, or I was going to⁠—

“Oh!”

His mouth was on me, his tongue ravenously delving. He groaned raggedly, licking deeper into me, fingers digging into my butt cheeks, spreading me wider. His tongue lapped its way from my entrance to my clit, flicking and teasing until I was making the most depraved sounds, rocking my hips back to meet his mouth.

“Delicious,” he snarled against my swollen flesh, grazing his teeth against my clit. “You taste better than I dreamed, Mouse.”

My pussy clenched around nothing, and he growled, his tongue thrusting into me, swirling, lapping. “More, Mouse. Give me more of that sweetness!”

“Holy Hell!” I cried when the flat of his tongue pressed against my clit, and his raspy moans vibrated through me, drawing my pleasure higher, and higher, and …

He stopped.

“What? No!” I gasped, rocking backwards, hoping to find his mouth, his finger, his big cock. Something to ease the desperate ache.