Page 15 of Rhapsody of Pain


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I do to her thighs what I did to her neck, shoulders, and stomach, covering every bruise with lovebites and hickeys until all either of us can see is the mosaic I’ve created.

But I don’t stop with just the bruises. I kiss a fiery path up to the outer edge of her slit and suck the delicate flesh between my teeth.

Clara cries out, bucking against my face. The death grip she has on my hair, pulling me into her rather than pushing me away, is another good sign that I need to keep doing exactly what I’m doing.

So I do.

At times, I let my tongue drag through her pussy and savor the way she hisses and mewls and writhes against my hold. But I wait for her to beg me, wait for her to become a sobbing mess of need and desire before I finally,finallyplunge my tongue inside her depths.

And when I do…

Oh my fucking God.

She tastes so fucking divine. I might actually get drunk off her.

Whatever plan I had in place goes flying out the window the second I swipe my tongue from slit to clit. There’s no more forethought, only my starvation for her driving me to lap and suck and coax more, more,morefrom her.

I latch onto her clit with a deep, hard tug between my lips and Clara nearly sits up with the sudden onslaught of toe-curling pleasure. Her feet rub and kick on my back; her fingers in my hair threaten to rip it out by the roots.

“Dem… Dem… Dem…”

That’s it, baby. Forget his name; say mine instead. Scream it so the world can hear.

I work one, then two fingers inside her. Gently at first, of course, but only as long as it takes to get a good rhythm going. When I curl my fingers and find her sweet spot, all bets are off.

It only takes a minute for Clara to clench, shudder, and gush.

I don’t give her time to recover. I don’t give her time to figure out my next move. She’s still trembling with her release when I slide up her body and push my cock balls-deep inside her with one solid, single thrust.

Home.

She feels like home.

Home and heat and everything I’ve ever wanted. And per her pleading, I don’t go slow or gentle—I keep her legs spread around me, my hands sliding up and down her thighs, as I work us both into a hard, solid rhythm. The only thing louder than the wet slapping of my hips against her ass are her wordless sobs of deep pleasure.

I hook her knees over my elbows to open her up wider. So I can take her harder, and deeper, all while gazing into her eyes.

“Look at me, baby.”

Clara’s lost in her pleasure, lost in whatever dream she’s having while she ripples around my cock. Her long lashes flutter and her plush lips pucker with every gasp.

I fist a hand in the back of her hair and tug. “Clara, I saidlook at me.”

The movement, the command, makes her squeeze tighter around me.Fuck!I have to keep myself together. Have to prolong this as long as possible.

Her eyes flutter open. I’m instantly drowning in their dark seas and can’t resist kissing her.

“Look at me.” I press my brow to hers and quicken my pace. Her body rocks beneath me; she’s clinging to me tightly and nods while obeying. “Good girl. That’s my good girl. That’s my perfect, beautiful girl.”

“Dem…”

“Are you gonna come for me?” I push hard, deep, and grind inside her.Fuck,I’m close. “Are you gonna scream my name and come on my cock?”

Clara nods, but her brow furrows. I can feel her writhing, working herself on me, but she’s still struggling to reach that peak.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby…” I kiss her, long and deep, before I pull out of her pussy without warning. She whines and hiccups a sob of frustration which quickly turns into a yelp of surprise when I flip her over onto her stomach.

One hand pins her down into the pillows by the nape of her neck. The other hand smooths down her back, cataloging every lash mark and bruise until I wrap my palm around her hip.

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