My cock was aching to be inside, but I wasn’t finished with tasting her yet. I couldn’t have enough of her sweet pussy. With my fingers digging into her hips, I pulled her up until her thighs were cradling my face.
She laughed, the sound short and sweet. Her face was flushed with a hint of embarrassment, shame that she wanted this as much as I did. But she didn’t try to escape. Instead, she arched her back as I held her aloft, taking shallow breaths. As soon asI brought her down, burying my face into her wetness, I was rewarded with a sweet moan.
The taste of her was incredible, fueling the intense cravings and need to consume every inch. I was no longer gentle, driving my tongue deep inside, lapping her sweet cream.
“Oh…” Every sound she made echoed in my ears, the scent of her longing just as intoxicating as the woman. I dragged my tongue up and down, able to slide my thumbs inside. She wiggled, shifting back and forth, grinding against me as she began to let go.
I longed to learn every nuance, to explore every inch of her luscious body. I took my time, but my balls were aching, the need for satisfaction pushing me past certain limits. Of gentleness. Patience.
I’d never been the kind of man to worry about pleasing a woman. I simply took what I wanted; but with her, there was a difference. I wanted her exhausted yet sated, so hungry at all times she begged me for more.
My tongue found her sweet spot; her skin shimmered in the warm glow of light and it was difficult not to simply bask in her beauty. I could tell when she was close to coming, her body shaking from the sheer indulgence of what I was giving her.
She was my kryptonite, an unexpected distraction at a time I least needed it. Every action and every caustic word from her mouth made me furious, longing to punish her time and time again. The beautiful woman knew what she could do to me, using her feminine wiles against me, having realized early on that I couldn’t control myself around her.
A part of me wanted her to suffer for the position she’d placed me in, more than just a distraction, a weakness that I couldn’t afford. There was no mistaking who and what I was. With one look and limited information, she’d formed a correct judgment about me. I was a savage, a man born from violence and lust of power.
And blood.
I’d accepted who and what I was a long time before, never questioning my needs. Until her. The woman with the doe eyes and a mouth built for sin.
In allowing her to get close, I’d broken every rule. I’d acted like a teenager instead of a man holding the key to the greatest power in New Orleans. She’d broken down my walls and I hated her for it.
So much so she would suffer for what she’d done to me.
Day. After. Day.
The sweet oblivion of losing myself in her needed to stop. Yet I wanted more. It was never enough. I was never satisfied. Fucking her was the only thing that I could control that allowed me even a few moments of happiness.
Her.
It was all about her.
My body began to shake as the need continued to spiral. I licked her furiously, challenging myself to try to stop the madness. Yet the hunger burning inside of me knew no bounds. There was no stopping me from claiming her.
Owning her.
Shit. My mind was losing control and I dug my fingers into her soft skin, strangled by the yearning.
Every moan kept me in a vacuum. Every shift of her body driving me further to a sharp edge.
She deserved better than me.
She was better than me.
But I just didn’t care. She was going nowhere. She was mine.
“Oh. Oh…” As Catherine pressed her thighs against my face, I drove several fingers inside her tight channel, keeping her in position as her body writhed.
I didn’t give her time to come down from the high, rolling us both over. Now I was straddling her chest, my hand clenched around her jaw. “Open wide for me, angel.”
Her eyes were glassy, still on the high of her orgasm, which seemed to make her more compliant. She opened her mouth without needing to be told again. Perhaps she knew if I was forced to push her into doing what I wanted, I would lose all sense of tenderness.
There was no thought of anything but what I needed as I shoved my dick into her mouth. I stared down at her, daring her once again to defy me. She didn’t. With her eyes never leaving mine, she took as much of me as her mouth could tolerate. All I could concentrate on was the way her soft lips wrapped around my cock, the sounds she made when the tip hit the back of her throat. I could easily suffocate her, but that wasn’t going to happen.
A deep, guttural noise escaped my throat as she swirled her tongue back and forth.
Jesus. She was breaking down all my defenses when I’d become determined to strip hers away, exposing her most vulnerable side.
