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My fingertips move to her clit, and I rub her gently. Not enough to push her toward orgasm, but enough to make heat flood her body, enough to release more endorphins into her system.
“Make no mistake, little bird. You’re going to beg,” I murmur huskily. “You’re going to beg for me to use you. To fuck you raw and hard. And you’re going to take me so well. Like your pussy was made for me. Tailored for my cock, and mine alone.”
Keeping up the slow pressure on her clit, I shove my boxer briefs down and unleash my cock. I make a show of wrapping my free hand around my shaft and pumping my hips into my fist, watching her gaze track the movement.
“I could come just like this,” I tell her, gritting my teeth as pleasure shoots through me. “I could paint your stomach with my cum. You’d look so fucking gorgeous like that. Is that what you want? Or do you want something else?”
She shakes her head, biting her lower lip as if to keep in the word she’s trying to hold back. Her hips move against my hand, seeking more friction, but I don’t let her have it. I ease up the pressure just enough to keep her frustrated and on edge, desperate for more. When she starts squirming even more, my fingers leave her clit entirely, stroking down her lower lips before rising to meet my mouth. I taste her arousal on my tongue, licking away every last drop before reaching for her again.
Sophia is panting from desire by now, but she remains stubbornly silent.
“Whatever happens between us, little bird,” I promise, “you’ll never have another like me. Every idle fantasy, every wet dream, every time you touch yourself—it’ll be to the memory of me. It could be years from now, far removed from me, and your pussy will still ache for me. And me alone.”
With a wicked smirk, I grab one of her hands and put it on her soaked pussy.
“Go ahead, touch yourself. Let me see how desperate you are to come.” Sophia blinks at me, and I narrow my eyes at her, stroking myself faster. “Touch yourself.Now.”
With a dusky rose color spreading across her cheeks, she starts rubbing her clit. My eyes laser in on the movements, wanting to see the way she touches herself, to learn what brings her the most pleasure.
“That’s right. Show me how you get yourself off,” I growl. “Have you ever thought of me while you touched yourself?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
There’s no hesitation at all as she makes that admission, and it sends a rush of satisfaction through me.
Good. At least I’m not the only one.
I remove my hand from my cock, although it aches for attention immediately. My eyes rake over her as she works her clit, her breathing shallow, her lips parted slightly as the pad of her middle finger circles her bud again and again. She’s quickening her pace, and I can see tremors starting to rack through her body.
“Stop,” I command, and she does immediately.Such a good fucking girl.
Once her breathing evens a bit, I nod. “Touch it. Again.”
“Lucifer,” she groans. My eyes flicker to hers, waiting for the words to spill from her lips. “Please.”
“Please what?” I rasp. My cock is screaming for attention, throbbing like never before.
“Fuck me,” Sophia breathes. “Fuck me, Lucifer. Use me. Do whatever you want with me. Just please, fuck me.”
I was wrong before.That’sthe most beautiful sound in all of history.
My hands grip her thighs and jerk her toward me. Positioning one leg up on my shoulder, I remain kneeling on the bed as I plunge into her. She’s so fucking tight that it’s almost more than I can bear. Never have I been so enthralled by one woman before, but Sophia has undone me as much as I just worked to undo her. I’m absolutely intoxicated by her.
“Keep touching yourself,” I pant as I drive into her. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself while I fuck you.”
Sophia obeys, her hand returning to her clit. She rubs at herself eagerly now, clearly more turned on than before. My eyes stay on her hand, watching every circle, drag, and stroke she gives her clit as I pound into her.
She lets out ragged, needy cries as she nears her climax, her walls squeezing me impossibly tighter. She’s close, and it would be so easy to follow her over the edge—but I don’t want to. Not yet.
I want more. More of this. More ofher.
Some voice in the back of my mind shouts a warning about the possessiveness I already feel for her, but I push those thoughts aside.
She’s mine. That’s all that matters.
“Just like that. Make yourself come,” I bite out as I watch her writhe beneath me. Her free hand is balled in the sheets, her head is tossed back, and she’s biting her lip so hard that the imprints where her teeth dig into her skin have turned white.
She tips over the edge, her pelvis rocking back and forth from the force of it, her pussy firmly gripping my cock. The feel of her clamping down around me shreds the last of my self-control, making it impossible to hold back my own pleasure any longer.
