He moved his hands back down to her thighs, shifting her ever so slightly on his face so that he could stick his tongue inside her. She was soaking wet, and he lapped up her juices like they were goddamn woodwater—making him just as drunk.
Tilting her back, he sucked on her clit—hard—and she cried out.
He squeezed her thighs in response. She was such a good girl for him. He loved the way she rode his face with abandon. Heloved the way her tits bounced in the air, the way her thick ass felt in his hands as she ground into him.
Her body started shaking, so he gave her clit one more soft suck, and he felt the tension release from her body.
“Fuck!” she cried, tilting her head back as her orgasm gripped her. She continued rocking into his face as the waves passed, and when they finally receded, Ty scooted her down off his face, right onto his waiting cock.
There was no preamble—he shoved himself deep inside her, and she cried out in shocked pleasure.
He knew exactly what she needed now.
He drove up into her, guiding her hips down onto him as he did so. He fucked her hard, his own release barreling quickly towards him.
Her tits bounced faster now, and he wanted them in his mouth, he wanted her tongue in his mouth, he wanted to be inside her everywhere and to make her cry out his name again and again and again.
His hands came up to grab her ass—so perfectly fleshy and round it drove him absolutely wild. He smacked it, leaving a red mark in his wake.
The small hint of pain instantly made a fresh flood of wetness fill Ena’s pussy.
“That’s my good girl,” Ty said in response. “My dark fucking goddess.”
“Holy shit, Ty, don’t stop. Just fuck me,” she begged. “That feels so fucking good.”
Ena rocked into his thrusts, giving just as good as she got, and Iblis fucking damn him, he was about to come. He could feel his release two seconds away from bursting.
But he wanted her to come again too.
He took his hand, feeling between her ass cheeks for that tight, tiny asshole. He stroked it gently, giving her time to pull awayif she didn’t want that. She’d hinted before that it was okay, but she might have changed her mind.
Instead, she moaned—loudly—and Ty slowly pressed the tip of his finger inside it.
She gasped as he stretched her, and the tight grip around him nearly did him in.
He moved the finger gently, in and out just a little bit—he knew this was new for her and didn’t want to hurt her.
“You like that?” he asked darkly.
“Mmhmm,” she said, her voice garbled and almost incoherent with her pleasure.
“Come for me, Ena,” he commanded. “Ride my cock with my finger in your ass and take your pleasure.”
Ena did as he told her, and thank fucking Iblis she did, because as her pussy clenched around him, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He poured himself inside her, giving her everything he had.
Ena collapsed onto him, her head on his heaving chest. Both of them were breathless and sweaty, and he brought his clean hand up to stroke her back, her hair, brushing it away from where it stuck to her face.
Tell her, tell her, tell her, his mind whispered as they lay together.
But he was afraid still. Afraid of losing her. Afraid of what admitting that to her, out loud, would mean. He’d meant everything he’d said to her about his hope for them being together even after the bond was broken, but still…that doubting part in the back of his brain told him he was promising her, promising himself, a future he couldn’t deliver on.
But he didn’t want to be that guy again. He didn’t want to keep denying itagain. He’d been that guy for so fucking long. He just couldn’t do it anymore. He wanted to give her all of him, and he was tired of holding back.
No matter what the future looked like, he didn’t want to live in fear anymore, so he chose to live in hope.
He cleared his throat. “Ena, I—”
Footsteps echoed down the passageway. Someone was coming.
