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“Tell me, Bambi, can you handle all three?” I pull my leg back and buck my hips forward, groaning at the pleasure pulsing through me.
Her pupils dilate and she licks her ruby lips, swallowing thickly. “Three?” she murmurs, brows tugging together. I’m not sure she meant to say that out loud, but I nod at her, releasing her neck to kiss my way up to her ear.
“I’m going to sit you on the counter and spread your knees wide, nestling my shoulders between them to bury my face in your pretty pussy. I’ll start with my tongue—licking, sucking, and biting—feasting as you writhe uncontrollably. Your arousal will coat my beard; my name, both a prayer and a curse on your lips. Only then will I give you something to fill your achingly empty core.”
Thick, cloying lust permeates the air around us, cocooning us in a bubble of unrestrained need as her body vibrates against mine, waiting on bated breath for what comes next. Everything but the low thrumming of our connection fades into the background. The faint murmurs demanding we give in to our darkest desires remain.
Grabbing her chin, I pull her into my vortex and ask, “How many fingers do you think you can take? Two? Three? Four? The answer will always be however many I give you. Always.”
She nods vehemently and I continue, “I’ll begin with two, scissoring them inside of you, stretching your pussy walls as you clamp down around me begging for oblivion—but you won’t find it. Not yet. Not until you take every inch of my cock like a good girl does.”
“Yes. Fuck yes. I can, I will.”
Words tumble out of her and my smirk grows into something feral, bordering on alarming. Her vibrant gaze is muddled with a lusty haze that I’m certain is reflected in my own.
“This won't be gentle, I’m not gentle. Tell me you understand and want to continue.” The space charges with requited anticipation. Will she agree? I know her body is keen, it calls to me like a siren luring a fisherman to the murky depths of the sea, but maybe she’ll have a moment of clarity and realize how demented my needs are and walk away.
Fuck, I hope not.
My fingers itch to brand her supple skin a deep shade of red, but I keep them still. The seconds drag on, feeling more like hours and doubt creeps in. She’s never read my terms and I don’t have a contract in place, but her consent is required nonetheless. I need her words.
“Can I touch you?”
Her question catches me off guard and my impulse response is no, but I’ve enough mental clarity to see this is a test. One the little doe thinks will give her the upper hand. Sneaky, sneaky little girl.
“If you agree, then yes, you can touch me.”
Without hesitation, she says, “Yes, I want this. Whatever the fuck this is in a tiny bathroom on an airplane filled with people who probably have to pee and we’re in here about to stink the space up with that freshly fu—”
I snatch her waist and spin her around, pinning her to the wall with my body. She lets out a soft noise of surprise and I chuckle darkly, running my fingertips up and down the backs of her arms. She shudders and squirms, trying to gain purchase to push me off, but the doe agreed, and now she’s going to learn what it means to be at my mercy.
“Do you think I care if anyone on this flight hears us?” I push her curls to the side and bite down on the curve of her neck. She cries out, tensing up, and I drag my tongue over the teeth marks I left.
“Do you think I want you to hold back?” Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her head back, snarling into her ear, “Let me be clear, I want every soft moan and brutal cry. I want your mewls, chants, and prayers. I want you begging so loudly that the pilot’s cock turns to steel. I don’t care who hears us because the fact is, while we’re in here, you’re mine. I own every noise that you make. The moment you agreed, you gave me eminent domain over your soul. So scream for me, Bambi. Cuss me out, call me your king, plead to God for reprieve, but understand that only the Devil is showing up, and he doesn’t want to save you. He wants to devour you.”
Stepping back, I walk us to the counter and push her forward, lifting the hem of her white dress to reveal a glorious, plump ass and orange bikini bottoms. Perfect. They have little ties on the side making them easy to remove—not that it matters. I would’ve stripped her bare either way, this just saves her from having to walk around with my come sliding down her inner thighs or needing to purchase a new bathing suit.
My fingers skim over the edge of her bikini bottoms and she moans. A full body shiver wracks through her and I tighten my grip on her hip. “Fuck, Bambi, you’re making it so easy for me to take what I want.” I cup her pussy from behind and run two fingers up and down her slit, pressing the fabric between her folds. She jerks, releasing a string of expletives. It’d be so easy to bring her to ruin like this. She’s so wound up, it wouldn’t take more than a few more strokes before she’s shattering. Maybe I should let her get the first one out of the way? I can be generous like that.
With one hand on her shoulder, holding her bent over the sink, I slip the two fingers past her bikini and drive them into her drenched core, scissoring as I pump in and out. Fucking hell, she’s so goddamn wet. The sound of my fingers gliding effortlessly against her soaked skin is a goddamn aphrodisiac. She doesn’t need my tongue, I bet I could thrust my cock into her right now and she’d be able to take all of me in one go.
I add a third finger, stretching her wide, and a sharp cry belts out of her. She lifts onto her toes and pushes her hips towards me in a frantic rocking motion, fucking herself on my fingers. I quicken my pace, curling and twisting, driving her mad in anticipation of her impending orgasm. She matches my speed and her legs tremble like they’re ready to give out.
“Oh fuck. Oh god, I—” Her fingers tighten on the edge of the counter, nails digging into the granite. A few more well-timed strokes and she’s detonating—screaming out her release as her inner walls spasm around my fingers.
I let go of her shoulder and tug on the flimsy string keeping her bikini bottoms up. They fall to the floor, baring her luscious ass and glistening pussy to me. Sinking to my knees, I pull my fingers from her heat, grab her thighs, and hold them still as I press my mouth to her sensitive core, lapping up her juices.
If I believed in heaven, it would be found between her thighs. Her salty-sweet taste is exquisite, better than a decadently aged tequila. I swirl the tip of my tongue around her clit, pushing my face further into her pussy. Who needs to breathe when you can feast on sinful flesh and wanton cries?
“Fuck, I—you, ahh…” Her incoherent words are a melody to my ears.
I flatten the pad of my tongue and lick long, slow passes through her folds, collecting as much of her arousal as I can. She tilts her hips to give me better access and I change my pace, assaulting her clit with rough short flicks. It’s not long before a second orgasm is rocking through her. See, I’m generous. Her body jerks, knees giving out. I tighten my grip on her thighs and smile against her pretty pink pussy, her decadent arousal coating my beard. She’s going to have my marks on her creamy skin from my bruising hold. Fuck. Yes.
“No more, please, I can’t,” she pants and twists side to side, trying to free herself from my assault.
Leaning back on my heels, I smack her ass. It’s a warm up strike, not meant to be painful … yet. A perfect ripple follows from the force and I bite down, gentler than I did on her neck. I’m not usually one to bite, but I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to devour her.
“God, you’re a succubus aren’t you?” she mumbles, lying her cheek on the cool counter.
