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The blush that begins in her breasts and moves up her neck to color her cheeks at the sight of me enjoying her taste only makes her even more beautiful in my eyes. Her look of contentment has me determined to conquer her mouth, to once again nibble on the lips that are curved in her pleasure. Reversing my original direction, I repeat the path I’ve taken earlier. I kiss the top of her mound before licking once again up her abdomen to take another dip into her belly button. Her flesh is still pebbled and her nipples still hard as little diamonds as I again pull each one into my mouth. After kissing the hollow of her throat, I finally hover a centimeter from her lips as she licks the bottom one.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll nevernotbe able to feel my cock again,” I whisper against her lips. “So hard. So bruising. So punishing. I’m going to fucking damage you for good.”
I press my lips to hers to find her demanding more as she arches up to deepen the kiss. I know she can taste herself as our tongues dance, her nipples rubbing against my chest, my cock brushing against her body. Only the need to breathe pulls us apart, and with that move, she speaks.
“Damage me. Destroy me.”
“Beg,” I command, bending to kiss her again. The next time we have to breathe, she pushes against my chest.
“I’ll beg,” she says as she positions herself to take control. “I’ll beg with your cock in my mouth.”
Her hand begins to stroke up and down my cock. She gives me a smile as she bends to flick her tongue over my nipples. My cock jerks, a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip. She continues to lightly stroke me as she moves between my nipples, leaving them glistening and hard as she sits up. I watch as she settles between legs I part to give her room to kneel, loving the fact that she can look up to meet my eyes from that position. Of course, I have to admit that I love it even more when her head lowers and her hair falls onto my abdomen right before her tongue flicks out to lap at the drops of my seed that have continued to ooze from my cockhead. My gasp of pleasure brings her eyes to mine, her lips opening to engulf my dick as her tongue continues to lap at my flesh.
“Beautiful,” I say, giving a moan when she takes me deeper and then deeper still.
With a slow, drawn-out move, she has most of my cock buried in the incredible warmth of her mouth, the head at the back of her throat. When she swallows and goes even lower, I can no longer keep from touching her as she accepts me into her throat.
“God, you’re incredible,” I moan, reaching to push her hair back, to cup her face, to see her lips stretch wide around my cock. “You need to stop before I come all over that pretty face of yours.” When she continues to swallow, to release me enough to breathe before taking me deep again, I fight to control the urge to explode in her mouth.
Lyriope moves again but only to straddle me, her hand around my cock to guide it into her slick pussy. This time, the space is filled with our combined moans of pleasure as she slowly sinks down, her body stretching to accommodate me, my fingers nothing compared to the girth she now accepts. I hold onto her hips, guiding her until, with a last, long moan, she settles her body flush against mine, every inch of my cock buried inside her pussy.
We enjoy the simple pleasure of being joined as one for several long moments before she speaks. “Deeper. Harder.”
“You want the entire house to hear your screams?” I tease, using my left hand to stroke her hip. “Because you will. You won’t be able to hold it in.”
“Now,” she pleads, her hands covering mine as she lifts herself another few inches, only to have me drive her back down on my cock so hard that we both inhale at the same time.
Every time she lifts, I pull her down so hard that her pussy clutches around me as we both hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Each movement has more force than the one before, and the bruising assault has her clawing at my chest with each shove of my cock inside her. It’s slow, it’s so fucking deep, and it’s demanding.
I slip my hand between her body and mine, finding her clit easily and moving in rhythm with her until she begins to go a bit faster, riding me hard, her chest heaving as she approaches her climax.
“I’m… I’m going to come,” she says, her words panting out through lips that have been pressed together as if to keep them inside.
“Come with me,” I instruct, my fingertip pressing against her throbbing clit. I feel my balls tightening and know that I am about to explode. “Come now, Lyriope. Come hard.”
She obeys, her body detonating and her strong muscular contractions causing me to shout as my seed jets from my cock in bursts to fill her. Time is once again suspended as we fly together, her body accepting mine as she collapses over me and my left arm wraps around her trembling frame, my right hand pressed against the back of her head, holding her close as wecontinue to fall. It is the most delicious moment as she continues to contract around me, drawing every last drop of my seed from me, our bodies both glistening with the exertion, our soft pants warming each other’s skin.
We lie in each other’s arms for long breaths of time as two lovers would do.
As two lovers would do because finally… we’re truly two lovers.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lyriope
“We need toget ready for Wonderland tonight,” Nick declares over our champagne and caviar we’re eating as our dinner. Meatloaf or dry chicken is not on our menu, clearly, and I can’t say I mind. I also don’t mind that we’re in bed completely nude as we eat. I’ve been having a blast living the life of the grand.
It’s been exactly two weeks since the gunfight. Two weeks since I moved into Nick’s house and even his room. Two weeks since we both declared our love with no intention of ever taking it back. Two weeks of fucking and not much more. Two weeks of pure bliss.
I suppose it’s time for some normalcy to return. If you call Wonderland normal, that is. But I would lie in bed naked with Nick all day and night if I could. He’s unlocked an insatiable appetite that doesn’t seem possible to be quenched.
“Roses bloom. That’s what the theme is tonight,” he says, swallowing the last of his champagne.
“When did you have time to plan a Wonderland?”
He smiles. “I have great staff. They can take my ideas and run with it. And while you were asleep—”
“You worked,” I interrupt. “Someday, I’m going to get you to sleep a normal eight hours.”
