Page 110

Fucking hell.

I close my eyes with a loud hum, the taste of copper hits first and then her scent follows.

I’m turned into a madman, forgetting that I’m pounding into her mouth recklessly when I open my eyes.

“Fuck, baby. Why do you taste so good?”

She gulps, the movement causing me to slide even deeper, her nose touching my pelvis.

My movements turn choppy as I lean forward, grabbing her long mane at the base and thrust and thrust and fucking thrust, her moans making my spine tingle.

The vibration only adding to the pleasure and I hiss. “I want to eat your pussy.”

My breaths turning erratic as I thrust one more time, throwing her back on the pillow.

“I need your pussy. I need you, Elara.” Her eyes widen before I move back, sliding out of her mouth with a loud wet pop, desperate to have her juices on my tongue.

She grabs my neck, pulling me closer and invites me for a kiss.

Fuck, she’s kissing me.

She’s kissing me.

“Baby?” I question when I feel her hand trailing down to touch my sensitive, raging, throbbing dick in her delicate hands and aligns it with her soaking, dripping, wet fucking cunt.

Her legs wrapping around my hips, urging me to thrust inside her, her eyes closed as she’s sucking on my mouth, probing and poking with her tongue.

Fuck she’s mental, just like me.

Just for me.

When her tongue tangles with mine, I make myself home in her pussy, my dick sheathed fully in one swift motion and I hear a very feminine moan slipping out from her mouth to mine and eat it the fuck up.

Fucking fuck, this woman.

I’m literally inside her, but I want more.

My teeth sink in the same cushiony spot, licking the blood off of her plush pink lips, and thrust again, my chest touching hers and I’ve never fucking hated clothes more than I do now.

I need this shit gone.

I need the feel of her skin, but I’ll let her have this. For now.

“You are fucking desperate for me.” I snicker, she only replies by pulling me closer. Her hands wandering around, touching my neck, my face, my hair, my chest and when she’s about to touch my back, I stop her.

Eating her face like a man starved, I clasp her wrists in my hand and pin them over her head. “Say you want me, baby.”

I bite her cheek, entirely aware it must’ve hurt since she’s thrashing around, mumbling something like; “you arsehole, I’m going to kill you,” and pulls her body closer, grinding and battering, desperate to reach her climax.

“Oh! You are killing me.” I chuckle, and pound into her, my pace inexorable, maddening, hungry and frantic. “Say you want me.” I order.

“I want you.” Her cheeks turn red under my analysing gaze, or the cause could be my smile too.

I am fucking smiling. Fuck it, I am blushing.

No other way to put it.

“Good girl.” I try to mask my embarrassment, bringing the point home with every thrust.