Page 45 of Spitfire

She licks her pouty, swollen lips, the little tease, the corner of her mouth rising, and I can't contain my groan. I slip my fingers into her hair, gathering the thick, dark tresses in my ruthless grip, and yank her mouth down on my length, not giving her a choice in the matter, and forcing my way into her tight throat. She instantly gags and chokes on my cock, her fingernails digging into my bare thigh for purchase, as I pull back to the tip and thrust back down again. "That's it, baby, show me how far you can swallow me. Be my good girl and choke on me."

She takes over, emboldened by my praise, and bobs up and down, choking herself over and over on my cock, her saliva dripping down my length and coating my balls, as her one hand plays with them, rolling them gently between her fingers and tugging on them. "Fuck, Scarlett, your mouth feels like heaven," I growl as I force her down to my base, until her nose is pressed firmly against my pelvis, and I hold her there, closing off her airway with my thick cock.

I release her, and she pops off my cock with a ragged gasp, drool sliding down her chin, and tears skating from the corner of her dark chocolate eyes. Beautiful. She's the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and now, she's all mine.

You sure about that? X's harsh laughter bounces around my skull, forcing me to grit my teeth.

"Hey." Scarlett rakes her nails down my thigh, the sharp pain bringing me back to the here and now. "Stay with me."

I nod, ripping my pants off my ankles and throwing them away from us before spreading my legs wider and leading her back to my cock. She licks and slurps on my testicles, sucking one then the other inside of the warm heat of her mouth, before licking up my shaft and paying special attention to each of the rungs along the way. Her other hand grips my base, twisting and thrusting her fingers upwards, her nails digging into my sensitive flesh with the perfect bite of pain, as an orgasm threatens to take me under.

I'm too close, and I don't want to explode yet. I pry her lips away from my cock, spreading my legs wider, bending my knees, and placing my heels on the edge of the sofa as I slink down further on the cushion. She seems to instantly understand what I need, as she spits on my crack and runs one of her fingers from my testicles to my asshole. Her digits rim my puckered hole, over and over, spreading her saliva, as I partially close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. She leans forward, her tongue running down the length of my crack, and the sensations feel so amazing it has me twitching. "That's it, my sweet girl, fuck my ass with that pretty mouth of yours. You're the perfect cock whore for me."

She moans into my flesh, the vibration having a direct hit on my cock, as she uses her hand to work me up and down. I grab onto the back of my thighs and spread myself open wider for her, giving her better access, as the tip of her tongue breaches my hole. Beads of precum slip down my length from my engorged crown, coating her dainty fingers, as she gets me closer and closer to the edge. "Slow down, I'm gonna cum," I groan.

Instead of slowing down, she pushes her tongue further inside my ass, and her hand picks up speed, jerking me off. She's making the most sexy little moans as she eats me like it's the best meal she's had, and I know I'm a goner as the orgasm races down my spine, my stomach muscles tensing, and I explode all over her hand. Ropes of my cum coat her fingers, hair, and my shirt as I gasp for air. She pulls back, her mouth wet and skin flushed to a rosy tinge. "Naughty girl, clean up the mess you made."

She doesn't hesitate, licking and sucking every drop of cum from my cock, and slipping each of her wet fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean, before leaning forward and dragging her tongue across the fabric of my shirt and lapping at the mess. I release my grip on my legs and yank her by the elbow, until she's forced to climb up on the sofa, and she straddles my face. "My turn to feast, spread those sexy legs and let me enjoy my pretty pussy."

I force her to turn around, bend at the waist, and grab my knees for stability, her ass and pussy in direct line with my face. I use my hands to pry her asscheeks apart, and spit on her puckered hole, before licking and sucking. Her body shakes above me, her position precarious as she attempts to plant her feet on the sofa cushions, and it makes her ripe ass jiggle in my grip. My girl is drenched, her slit soaked with her arousal, and it even coats her thighs. I lick from her asshole to her clit, sucking hard on the little nub, as her screams fill the loft. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, fuck, Xavier."

I am her God, and she's mine. Her altar is the only one I have ever prayed at, and that will never change. I slip my tongue inside of her tight hole, thrusting over and over as far as I can go, before pulling back as her thighs tremble with her rising orgasm. "Rub your clit for me, Spitfire. I want you to explode all over my mouth."

Her fingers release their tight grip on my knee, as they make their way along her flesh and meet her clit. She uses her forefinger and middle finger to rub rapid circles on her engorged, sensitive flesh, as I continue to eat her pussy, and slip my middle finger inside of her puckered hole. "FUCK! OHMYGOD! FUCKFUCKFUCK!" She cries as her body spasms, and she explodes in my mouth, her sweet musky release coating my lips and tongue, as I take her down my throat.

I keep licking, sucking, and pumping my finger inside of her ass, as aftershocks roll over her and her breath slows, but she begins to squirm in my grip. "Too much," she moans. I release her, and she slides down my body until her back is pressed against my chest, and her pussy lips are nestled around my rigid cock with their slickness.

I wrap my hand around her throat, my fingers tensing as my other hand caresses her breast, and plucks at her hard, little, rose colored nipples. "We are not even close to being done, Spitfire. Put my cock inside of you, and ride me like the sexy whore we both know you are."

Her fingers slide down between us, gripping my cock as she rubs herself along my length, before she rises slightly until she's poised above my tip and slams down, taking every thick, long inch of me to the hilt. We both release hoarse groans as she pulls back up to the tip and does it again. I use my grip on her throat to force her head to turn my way as I take her lips, my tongue thrusting into her mouth until the combined flavor of us fills my senses. She whimpers and mews against my lips as she rides me over and over, and I thrust up punishingly inside of her tight cunt. The sound of skin slapping lewdly against skin is my new favorite sound, and I can't wait to hear it every day for the rest of my life.

I use my slick fingers to rub at her clit, and press them against where we're joined until I slip one inside along my cock, feeling her tighten even more. "God. More. Fuck, please," she moans into my mouth, and I oblige her by slipping in another finger. She's so hot and tight, it's making my head spin, as another orgasm threatens to spill past my defenses, but I force it down. This time I want to feel her detonate, while my cum fills her up, until it's leaking out of her.

"I'm... going to… cum!" She screams against my lips, as I slam her down on my cock and fingers, filling her to the brim, as my other fingers twist and pinch her nipple hard. Her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vice, causing my own orgasm to barrel through, and ropes of hot cum to spill, coating the inside of her womb. "One day I'm going to fill you up with one of my little monsters, Spitfire. I'll watch with pleasure as your belly swells as it grows," I whisper against her lips.

"Fuck, you can't say shit like that, Xavier," she wheezes, as her ragged breathing begins to settle and she shifts, my semi-hard cock still deep inside of her.

I grip her chin and force her to meet my gaze. "Why the fuck not, Scarlett? You belong to me, and I belong to you, so what's the fucking problem?" Suspicion begins to push away the feelings of euphoria. I swear to God, if she says it's because of that cunt, Garnier, I'm not sure what I'll do, but I know for a fact he won't be breathing come morning.

"Monsters like us shouldn't have children, Xavier. It would be wrong to bring a kid into the mess inside of our heads."

THIRTY-FOUR

JASPER

I'm still fuming that I got delayed by Stephens, instead of coming straight back to Scarlett's house to check on her, and get those answers I desperately require. Hours have gone by since my altercation with that slimy cunt, Xavier Poine, and I was notified he was released from custody with no charge pending. Is it too much to ask that they lock him up and throw away the fucking key?

My face hurts from his punches, I'm exhausted and starving, but what I hunger for isn't food. It's a five-foot-five, dark-haired beauty that has more secrets than the Mariana Trench.

"See if she's willing to tell you the truth, and if you can still look at her the same way. I won't ever leave her, Jasper Garnier, and I won't allow you to stand in my way, either."

Xavier's words run a vicious cycle through my mind. What could he possibly know about my little vixen that would cause me to look at her differently? As for his determination to pursue her, and place himself between us, he underestimates how unhinged my feelings for Scarlett are, and what lengths I'll go to, to make sure he stops breathing.

I pull into Scarlett's driveway, and notice with relief that the body shop finally came to pick up her vehicle to replace the wheels. I file away a reminder to look into who did that to her car. Dammit, there aren't enough hours in the day to do everything I need to get done. Especially with this psycho dropping bodies right, left, and center.

Anticipation, at getting to see my little vixen, mixes with worry that all the lights are still off, as I make my way up her porch and let myself into her house, with the key I snagged from her purse before I left. Could she still be sleeping? Shit, what if she was ill while I was gone?

I race through her entryway further into the house, her name a stifled shout on the tip of my tongue. The lights are all off as I head to her bedroom, my heart hammering in my chest like a war drum, a heavy, sour feeling I can't quite name in the pit of my stomach. My hand tightens on the knob, various questions I want to ask her running through my mind, but those can all wait while I make sure she's alright. Guilt eats at me that I'm an asshole. She was ill, and I left her alone for so many hours without coming back to check on her.