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I push it away, focusing instead on the heat of his skin, the closeness, the flaring of my pleasure.
CHAPTER NINE
Triston
I didn’t plan this. Even as I walked toward her bedroom door, I told myself to stop, that this was a mistake. There would be no going back once I kissed her, I tried to warn myself, and yet my hunger drove me on.
My primal need to possess her, compelled me until I was so hard I felt like I was going to go crazy.
Now I squeeze my hands onto her ass, luxuriating in how full and plump it is. She shivers against me as our teeth click in passion, our tongues eagerly finding each other.
Her ass is so perfect, meaty, and juicy, my fingers disappearing into her thick tempting flesh.
She gasps as I grab her shorts and panties in one big bundle, yanking them down roughly. I know I should take it slower. She’s young and there’s so much beastly desire inside of me. I’m liable to go overboard and fuck her ragged, fuck her hard and brutally until her slit is overflowing with my come.
“I need to taste you,” I growl in her ear, kissing her neck, tasting her skin.
She whimpers when I softly guide her to the bed, pushing her back. She’s not wearing a bra under her PJ top, her nipples poking through the fabric. My cock gives an urgent jerk as I slide my gaze from her nipples to her slit.
Oh, fuck. There’s no turning back now.
Her lips are as full as the rest of her, her little bud looking inflamed and needy. Her hole is the sweetest part, pink and wet, glimmering in the lamplight.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I snarl.
Her mouth falls open, her eyes widening in the same instant.
“Are you sure this is really happening?” she moans.
I laugh savagely. Yet some part of me must be aware of how wrong this is, aware of the danger of Alexis waking up. I keep everything low. The thought sickens me.
I should stop.
But I can’t, not now that I’ve seen how drenched her sopping hole is.
“It’s real. Why do you keep asking that?” I look closely, reading the shyness in her reddening cheeks. “Have you been having fantasies about this baby girl?”
“Yes,” she whispers, gaze flitting away. “I’m sorry.”
I laugh again, deeper. “Why the fuck are you sorry?”
She makes to answer, but then her words trail off into a moan as I tug on her shorts again. I pull them over her feet and then kneel down, staring at her sex, her legs spread.
A film of wetness covers her slit, showing me just how badly she wants this.
Her need for a baby, for a future.
No. I have to slow down. She doesn’t want all of that.
But she does want this, what we’re doing now. I can smell how badly she wants it, tangy and perfect.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers.
I glare up at her. “Then tell me to stop.”
She bites her lip, shaking her head on instinct.
“Good girl,” I snap. “Now get those tits out.”
Her hands move to obey my command, like the obedient perfection she is. I stare, mouth flooding with saliva, as she throws her shirt onto the bed.
Her breasts spill free, as juicy and full as I knew they’d be.
I lean over her, squeezing them together, obsessed with how much of her there is to explore. She gasps as I take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, playing with her other plump breast all the while.
I guide my crotch to her pussy, grinding my rock hard dick against her slit as I suck her tits. Her whimpering becomes strangled. She’s trying to say something, but her words are lost in the pleasure.
I can’t take it anymore.
I release her breasts and return to her pussy, grabbing onto her thick thighs, sinking my fingers deep into her smooth flesh.
“Triston, I think… I need to tell you something.”
“Tell me after,” I snarl. “Or tell me to stop. Can you do that, baby girl? Can you tell me to stop?”
All she can do is moan.
Fuck.
The sound she makes is so unique, so Tamia.
It’s a moan of pleasure mixed with prey-like fear and vulnerability, all mixed together, as though she’s wordlessly telling me she needs me as her protector.
I drag my lips up her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her sex. With each inch, her moaning becomes hollower, breathier, as though she’s already on the edge.
Her scent washes over me. I breathe it in greedily, and finally, open my mouth and press my mouth against her slit.
She tastes so, so good.
I slide my tongue up and down her pussy, from her leaking hole up to her clit. Her body tenses when I push against her clit, her moans cutting off, as though she needs every shred of attention she has to focus on the pleasure.
