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“Spread your legs for me.”
She complies, and I get to see her pink, hairless slit for the first time. I pull her puffy lips apart and look at her anatomy.
After a moment, she shivers, shifting ever so slightly.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
“No.”
I press my face to her cunt and give her a long lick, hole to clit. The sensation makes her body tense, which isn’t particularly arousing for me. Maybe this isn’t the way to go about things.
Still, I continue licking, familiarizing myself with her sex.
At first, she’s nervous, shaking, and stiff, but as I continue, her body softens, and her shakes turn from fearful to aroused.
I’ve never been so close to a pussy before and I’m shocked by how obscenely wet she’s getting, and with the wetness brings the potent, musky odor men go so wild over.
“Oh, God…it feels so good…don’t stop…”Fiona pants as she grinds her pussy against my face.
I’d decided to try this in an effort to arouse myself, but it had the unintended consequence of turning her on.
And yes, that is a consequence. She’s not my Kept woman, and I have no desire to make this enjoyable for her.
Still, I continue licking her channel, swirling my tongue around her clit, sucking it into my mouth.
And just as I’m about to pull away, thinking it wasted effort, she screams her release, grabbing my hair and bucking wildly.
I let her finish, though I don’t know why, and when she’s finally done, I pull away, annoyed.
Until I look down and see that my cock is standing at full mast.
I rise to a stand and hold out my hand to her. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She practically leads me to the bed, which I find amusing. Even if she feels safer with me than she did on Salem, she shouldn’t want me. Not like this.
Her red hair is striking against the white bedding, so vibrant, it’s like she’s been photoshopped. I wonder what she was like before the dead rose. Was she in college? Did she have a boyfriend? I doubt she’ll find our coupling satisfying, like with past lovers, but I won’t hurt her.
In this position, I’ll have to look at her when we fuck, which I’ve never done before. I enjoy admiring my work as I release, so I take my partners either seated or doggy style.
“Is this position okay for you?” I ask, deciding it would be better if she was comfortable, because her complaining would only distract me.
“Hurry!”she utters, her chest rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm.
Her enthusiasm is…interesting. Something about this turns her on. Back on Salem, she let me take her, but I’d figured it was more of a thank you for the service I’d provided for her. The absolute torture of her tormentor.
Crawling up her body, her smooth thighs brush against my waist, urging me to hasten. Am I annoyed by this? Perhaps. I can’t tell.
Her arms lock around my neck, and she pulls me to her. Does she want me to kiss her? I won’t do that.
“Why do you want this?” I ask, confused.
“You’re courteous.”
My brow pinches together.
“Every other man has taken what they wanted from me, often hurting me as they do. You’re…different.”
“You’re different too,” I confess.
