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All my senses are set on fucking fire by what I’m seeing. Her little breaths flooding my ears. The blood under her skin heating my fingertips, and that fucking flowery scent of hers driving me wild. I hook a finger inside her panties, let her slickness coat the tip as I trail it slowly through her neat little slit to that spot that’s craving all my attention.
I massage her there with tiny circles, and her hand's fist at my hair as her hips dance to the rhythm of my fingers. When her hand grabs at her dress, freeing up my hand, I’m tempted to rip her panties the fuck off. But instead, I steadily peel them past her knees, I should keep hold of them, request they get fuckin’ buried with me. If this pussy is gonna be my one-way ticket to hell, I want to make sure the memory of it lingers with me forever. Ella lifts a foot from the floor so I can slide them all the way down her legs and out of my way.
“Kiss me, Nyx, please.” Her hips coax me, rocking closer to my mouth, and I do what any other reckless person would do in my situation. I take that innocent little pussy to my lips and I kiss the ever-living shit out of it.
I taste purity in its sweetest form as I explore her with my tongue. Spreading her pussy with my fingers, and licking straight through her center. I look up her body and watch her. She looks so beautiful taking pleasure from me and I can’t resist teasing her entrance with the tip of my finger.
“Fuck, yes,” she curses breathlessly, I ain’t ever heard her swear before, and Ella’s filthy little mouth turns me the fuck on. So much, that I can’t resist pushing my middle finger inside that sacred little hole. She’s so tight, her pussy puckering around me as she takes me to the knuckle. I want to fill so much more space inside her, but worry it’ll hurt her. And I can’t help wonder what the fuck my cock would do to her.
It’s exactly the point I'm letting myselfforget about me and her. I ain’t supposed to fit… We ain’t meant to fit together. Things were never meant to go this far. But I push all that shit to the back of my mind, my tongue continuing to flick against her clit while I fuck her with my finger.
When her hand grips my hair tighter and her breaths get heavier, I slide both my hands behind her knees, forcing them forward so her legs bend. At the same time, I slide down onto my back.
“Ride my face, Ell,” I tell her, my lips already missing the taste of her pussy.
“What?” she looks down at me, all wide-eyed and open mouthed, like the thought terrifies her
“I want you ridin’ my fuckin’ face,” I repeat myself. Desperate to get her back on my mouth.
“I don’t know how,” she whispers, shaking her head, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
She’s too fucking perfect…
“There ain’t no right or wrong way to do it, princess. Just sit that pretty little pussy on my mouth and take what you need from it.” I smirk up at her and Ella bites her lip before nodding back at me with newfound confidence. Placing her thighs on either side of my head she saddles my face so I’m reacquainted with that already soaked snatch.
Pressing an outstretched palm against the filing cabinet in front of her she steadies herself as she slides back and forth over my tongue. At first, she seems timid and unsure, but it doesn’t take her long to discover how she likes it, and finally, she lets go.
My fingers indent her thighs as she increases her speed, digging so deep into her flesh I’m sure I’m gonna leave bruises. And I’m not about to pretend I don’t like the idea of leaving my mark on her. Ella does something territorial to me. I want everyone to know she’s mine, despite the fact I know I’ll never really have her.
Her dress falls over my eyes, blocking my view of her face. She’s so close to coming apart for me, I can tell by the way she’s trembling and I ain’t prepared to miss that.
I pull the fabric that’s in my way taut against her stomach, and get ready to watch her come for me while I fuck her with my tongue.
She moves faster and I feel her fuckin’ throbbing. She’s almost there, and fuck, it feels like I might be too, I swear the girl’s gonna have me coming in my boxers like a needy virgin just from tasting her.
She’s holding back on me, slowing down her pace every time she gets too close. So Itake some control back, gripping both my hands at her hips and driving her thrusts against my mouth.
“Shit… Nyx,” she shouts out my name like she’s crying for help, her palm slamming hard into the rusty cabinet behind my head.
“Come on my tongue, Ell, give it up for me.” I tear myself away for a second to tell her what I want, and as soon as my tongue returns to her needy little clit, she soaks it with all that pleasure I’ve been fuckin’ begging for.
She wriggles her hips against my hands, her hips trying to escape the intensity of it all. But I hold her firm, making sure she gets the full experience.
Her scream is so loud it disturbs nesting birds from the trees outside. And she damn near crushes my head between her thighs as she tries to squeeze them together. She finally flops forward, sucking in a long deep breath andI can’t pull my eyes off her face. She’s resting her forehead against the cabinet, her long hair falling like shelter over both of us. And while her legs tremble and her chest seeks air, I take one last, long lick through her pussy, and I feel the shiver dance its way through her body.
We stay like that for a while, her hair tickling my face and neck, my fingers stroking over her thighs while our heartbeats find a normal beat. Eventually, Ella makes the first move, sitting back on my stomach, and smiling sweetly as she repositions that cute little headband like a princess whose tiara just slipped.
“We. Are. Doing. That. Again,” she tells me in between breaths. And all I can do is smile back at her and nod her a silent promise.
Fuck it, I already crossed the bridge to hell and set it on fire when I decided to kiss her. All I can do is stand and watch it burn. It’s only a matter of time before all this catches up with me and Satan comes to collect. I just hope he can wait a little longer, because I’m nowhere near done with Ella Jackson yet. And right now, I can’t see that I ever will be.
My legs shake the whole ride home. I wonder if Nyx feels them, or if the vibration from his engine dulls it out for him.
A cold, sickly feeling grows heavier in my stomach the closer we get to home.
It’s much more than just nerves. Now that reality is hitting me, I’m petrified. Mom was furious when I left with Nyx, and I’m certain Father will expect nothing less than an internal organ as a sacrifice for bringing scandal to our family. And at his precious club of all places.
“You want me to come in with you?” Nyx frowns as he looks over his shoulder at me. He’s pulled up a few houses down from mine and we’ve been sitting here in silence for a ridiculously long amount of time.
