Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
Eshe’s body twists, slowly undulating on the bed to a silent, hedonistic tune only she can hear but that has me caught up in its intoxicating melody. I’m a willing prisoner, cuffed to this chair as surely as she had me chained to her bed days ago. Now, though, the shackles are hunger, obsession. Invisible but just as strong.
Stronger. Because it’s my own need that keeps me here.
I lick my dry lips as she plays in her pussy, teasing her clit with firm, tight circles. More moisture leaks from her, running down her slit to the crack of her ass. Oh shit, I want to kneel before her, drink it all up. Fucking lift my sheets to my mouth and suck them dry of every drop of her juices.
A shudder rocks her, and she gasps, her legs going so wide, her knees almost press to the mattress. My teeth clench, choking down the roar barreling up from my goddamn soul. The wild rocking and jerking of her hips can only mean one thing—she’s nearing orgasm. She’s reaching for that nut, and it’s without me.
I’m a fucking hypocrite, a head case.
I won’t allow myself to touch her. But I don’t want her to release without me.
This woman is bent on driving me goddamn crazy.
Her grunt punches the air as she drags four fingers through her pussy, spreading the lips wide and thrusting three of them inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she whines. Her breathing is labored as she liftsher hand. Her lashes flutter, and her bright eyes meet mine in a collision of gazes that pilfers whatever air I have left in my lungs. My chest damn near caves from the impact, and I battle the sensation of hanging on to my sanity like a gutter fighter. “If you don’t want it”—she pants—“I do.”
She sticks all four fingers into her mouth, her lips closing around them. On a long, low groan, she sucks them clean. Her tongue flicks against each digit, slipping around each knuckle and supping on every fingertip. She leaves nothing behind but clean brown flesh when she pops her hand free.
But it’s that smile. It’s that fucking smug, slightly unnerving, and wholly beautiful smile that snaps the last of my threadbare restraints.
Before she can lower her hand back to her soaked flesh, I’m on my knees at the edge of the bed, my palms are flattened against the inside of her thighs, and my face is buried in her pussy.
“OhGod. Shit.” Her cry echoes throughout the room, and her body stiffens beneath me as if struck by a bolt of pure electricity. “Malachi!” she screams, her fingers digging into my head, nails scraping my scalp as she shoves my face deeper into her soaking-wet flesh.
But fuck that. It’s not like I’m trying to go anywhere. Not even Jesus himself could come down and rapture my ass away now that her fresh yet musky flavor is coating my tongue. Now that her silken sex is rubbing against my lips. Now that I’m satiating the hunger she started. Fuck her.Shestarted this.
Now I’ma finish it.
I latch onto her clit, graze my teeth over it, then not-so-gently bite. Another scream pierces my hearing, and she quakes beneath me. What feels like a flood of cream messes up my lips, beard, skin.
More, more, always more.
I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
This greed is nowhere near satisfied.
“Again, goddammit. Give it to me again,” she growls. Graspingmy head, she lifts it until I meet her gleaming, lust-filled gaze. “Don’t stop until I let you up, got it?”
Yeah, I got it.
Bowing my head, I lap at all that juice. It’s mine, after all. I hauled that nut out of her. It belongs to me. Slipping my hands under her ass, I tilt her up, dragging my tongue from her clit, over the entrance to her pussy, and down to her asshole. I ignore the little sound she emits and the tensing of her muscles.
Like I said, it belongs to me.
I flutter the tip of my tongue over that tight little hole, licking and then sucking, only drawing back when she releases a broken gasp. But by no means am I done. Nah. I need to feel her. All of her. I thrust two fingers into the hole protected by her folds, burying them high and deep.
“Goddamn.” I grunt, pulling them free until only my fingertips remain, teasing the entrance before driving them forward again. “Why this pussy so wet, olori?” Thrust again. “Huh? You gon’ drown me in this shit.”
Her nails claw at and scratch my scalp, my jaws, my shoulders. Growls rumble out of her, and they’re so sexy, I vow to myself right here and now that I’ll feel them roll down my dick as they climb up her throat.
“Fuck me, Malachi,” she snarls. “Fuck me with that mean-ass mouth.”
Her body shudders, her hips twisting in a violent rhythm. The walls of her pussy clench so hard, they almost shove me out, but with my own snarl, I lower my head, suck her clit into my mouth, and shove harder against her, reaching higher inside this too-tight, slick sex. I seek out that smooth, firm patch and press my fingertips against it, rubbing, rubbing, not giving her any mercy.
