Page 41 of Gilded in Blood

“You’ve been such a fucking tease. Parading that tight body around my apartment in bikinis, making me hard every single day. Did you enjoy knowing I was suffering?”

She moans loudly, thighs starting to tremble. I grip one leg with my free hand and force it wider when she tries to close them.

“Keep these fucking legs apart,” I growl. “Don’t you dare hide this pussy from me.”

She obeys with a broken whimper, spreading herself wider for me. I press the vibrator harder against her clit and slide two thick fingers deep inside her at the same time, curling them roughly.

She screams, hands fisting the sheets, back bowing off the bed as her walls clamp down around my fingers.

I can’t take my eyes off her. The way her tits bounce with every desperate thrust of her hips, the way her face twists in pleasure, the slick sounds of my fingers fucking her while the vibrator buzzes relentlessly against her clit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I’m losing my mind. Her taste, her scent, the way she’s soaking my hand, it’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I want to devour every inch of her.

I lean down and drag my tongue over one of her nipples, sucking it into my mouth as I work the toy and my fingers in rhythm.

She bucks her hips. “Oh, yes!”

“Come for me,” I demand, voice dark. “Come all over my fingers like the naughty girl you are. Show me how badly you’ve wanted this.”

She shatters with a broken scream—“Ilya!”— her thighs shaking violently around my hand, her pussy gushing as the orgasm rips through her.

Her back curls completely off the bed before she collapses, panting, trembling, eyes glassy.

I pull the toy away slowly and lick my fingers clean, savoring her taste while I watch her try to catch her breath.

She looks up at me, flushed and wrecked, biting her lip, and whimpers, “please.”

I sit up on the edge of the bed, breathing hard, and look down at her flushed, needy body. “Please what, Milana? Use your words.”

She reaches for me, dragging me closer by the shoulders. Her lips brush my neck, soft and desperate, placing open-mouthed kisses there as she whispers, “I want you inside me. I want to know what it feels like… to have you inside me.”

The words hit me like a drug. My cock throbs painfully.

“You want my cock stretching this tight little pussy?” I growl, voice low and filthy. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? After all those nights teasing me, walking around my apartment like a walking wet dream. Say it.”

She nods frantically, kissing my neck again, her voice breaking. “Yes… please. I want your cock inside me.”

I stand up, stripping out of the rest of my clothes. Her eyes follow every movement, widening when I push my briefs down and my cock springs free, thick, heavy, and painfully hard.

Her lips part, eyes wide with a mix of hunger and fear.

“Scared now?” I ask, stroking myself once as I watch her.

She swallows. “It’s… I don't think it's going to fit.”

A dark chuckle leaves me. “It will. You’ll take every inch like a good girl.”

I climb back onto the bed, caging her beneath me. “Or do you want to back out? It's not too late.”

She’s trembling. “No. But please go gentle. I heard it can hurt.”

I freeze, searching her face. “This is your first time?”

She bites her lip and nods, cheeks burning. “Yes.”

The realization hits me hard. It's her first time and she wants to give it to me. The man lying to her, using her, the man whose real name she doesn’t even know.

I immediately get out of bed, but before I can reach for my clothes, she catches my wrist.