Page 45 of Code Violation

I’m so fucking horny that it feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience. Not even my voice feels like it belongs to me anymore.

Vesper keeps a perfectly manicured pussy, only a thin strip of dark hair and nothing else.

Elbows braced behind her, she slowly teases her legs open, feet flat on the bed as she gingerly reveals sensitive pink flesh that’s begging for my tongue.

“Goddamn,” I coo, scrubbing a hand over my jaw. “How can you expect me to slide straight inside your perfect pussy when my tongue is begging for your cum first?”

She whimpers, arousal weeping from her center and onto my sheets.

For the second time tonight, I drop to my knees in front of her, happy to be blessed at the only altar where I’ll ever pray.

Hooking my hands around the top of her thighs, I drag her body toward my mouth. Vesper’s petite frame is the perfect size to throw around the bedroom. Is there any part of this woman that isn’t made for me?

“Rest your feet on my shoulders and slide your butt toward me,” I command.

She does as I asked, but it still isn’t close enough.

Her mouth drops open when I pull her into me and drag my tongue from her asshole to the entrance I’ll be fucking all night.

My tongue pierces her pussy, and Vesper’s legs begin to shake.

I pull a hand from her hip and wrap it around her toes.

“W-what are you doing?” she asks, voice trembling like the rest of her body.

The grin I give her is pure filth, and she loves it.

“Checking to make sure that these are curled.” I run my fingers over her toes. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yes,” she whispers, jaw still agape.

Her legs aren’t nearly wide enough for my liking, and I remedy my frustration by pulling her lower half off the bed and holding her legs apart.

I spread my knees, dropping a little lower, and eat her cunt until she’s chanting my name between desperate gasps for air.

“Holy fuck, Silas. I’m coming straight down your fucking throat.”

I rise to my feet, taking both of her ankles in one hand as her lower half hangs off the bed, and I enter her spasming pussy with two fingers, pumping her body through one orgasm and straight into another.

“Am I blowing your fucking mind yet, Knockout?” I grit out. “Your dripping cunt sounds like it’s loving what I’m doing to it.”

She screams, bellowing her pleasure into the bedroom.

“Tell me”—I pull out my fingers and lick them clean—“have you always been this loud in bed? Or do you reserve that special privilege for me?”

I’m high on this girl, on the burning desire scorching through my veins as I push her back into the center of my bed and drop between her parted thighs, cock pressing against her entrance.

She swallows thickly, eyes drunk from the effects of her last climax.

“No other man has been worthy of my screams and definitely not me chanting his name.”

I’m not a small guy, but the way Vesper’s pussy stretches to accommodate the first few inches of my dick only further confirms how perfect we are together.

“Good,” I rasp into her ear, and goose bumps rise all over her skin.

She throws her arms around my neck, fingernails digging into my shoulder blades as I move deeper until I’m all the way inside.

“Ready to have your mind blown, baby?”