“What kind of psychopath goes down on people during sleep?”
“Me. Now, do you want me to say it the third time?”
Biting her lips, she grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head, presenting to me that flawless body of hers. One that belonged to me. My eyes slowly lowered from her face to her collarbone, down to her chest, to her pierced pebbled nipples, to her stomach and finally to where we were joined. Every inch of her was perfect.
“Touch me,” she whimpered, referring to her tits.
I raised one eyebrow. “Am I still on probation?”
She scowled. “Don’t even dare try to fuck your way out of this.”
I chuckled.Chuckled.During sex. Even the sound of that in my head was ridiculous. I leaned down and swirled my tongue around her areola, my palm on the other one, tugging and rolling.
She moaned with each thrust, her eyes closed, her brows still pinched together in pleasure. I loved to see her like this. Among the facial expressions she made—how her face lit up with a smile, how it swelled with tears, how it heated up with lust, how her eyes widened in fear and shock—how it twisted in pleasure was my favourite.
My hand left her nipple and circled her neck, kneeling upright and squeezing, needing to see her gasp and beg for air.
I moved inside her with a driving force, her walls clenching me tighter the longer she could not breathe.
It hit like a jolt of lightning, sharp and sudden, making every nerve in my body buzz, setting my skin on fire. She made my heart hammer strongly in my chest, so strong it felt like my heart was too big for my body.
I loved when—damn, there wasn’t a part of this woman that I didn’t love at this point. Everyone in this messed up world should be worshipping at her feet from time to time. Shiver shot down my spine, tingling, fierce, and unstoppable. It was as if every muscle tightened at once, my blood humming with a power that left me dizzy.
She tapped my arm, her face red, and her lips apart, struggling for air. Her body jerked like it did whenever she was close, and I let her breathe, palming her breast instead and giving it a rough squeeze.
“I’m going...oh god...I’m—”
“I know,” I could feel mine, too, her warm pussy being a paradise I couldn’t resist for long. “Come for me. Come like the good girl that you are.”
It was an order her body obeyed. Her back arched, the veins in her neck strained as she came hard, my name on her tongue. That was my demise.
For a moment, I couldn’t think. Just...feel. My fingers trembled, my pulse pounded in my ears, and I swore I could taste the adrenaline, sharp and metallic. It felt like the storm inside me had awakened—raw, electric, and consuming, like my entire being was on the verge of bursting.
Shewas my demise.
I fell on the bed beside her, pulling her close with my cock still throbbing inside her. I planted kisses on her neck, her pulse pounding beneath my lips.
“You casted a spell on me, didn’t you?” I asked into her neck after a while.
She laughed, but it quickly got cut off by a moan when I shifted. “Take it out.”
“No.” I suddenly loved the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock, fluttering, even when I wasn’t moving. “I like the heat.”
“But it’s...it’s strange.”Strangely feels good.
I heard the unsaid word as she moved, as if trying to get some relief. “Better get used to it. Your cunt is addicting.”
“I don’t think that’s on me.”
I smirked. “Easy. That sharp mouth is getting me hard again.”
“Is there a moment you’re not hard? You literally woke me up with your dick inside me.”
I drew in a long breath. “Is there a moment you’re not wet? You were literally dripping in your sleep.”
“It’s a normal reaction. Anyone would have made me—”
“No.”
