I can’t tell if her whimper is protest or encouragement. I take it as both.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Feed me every sweet drop.”
There’s the faintest flutter as her thighs try to tense against my shoulders when I force them wider.
I’m too busy violating her limp body to indulge her efforts in fighting me. I tongue the seam of her pussy, taking another long drag of salt and copper, the taste heavy on my tongue when I spear inside her.
I catch sight of the bedspread near the foot of the bed—its feminine pastel colors, the too-cute bedskirt where monsters lurk.
Too young for this.
Too young forme.
Adorable. Fragile. Mine.
I’ve ruined her for guys her own age. Their clumsy, inexperienced hands, hands, their quick-draw cocks. No one her age could tease her like this without coming in their pants. Could taunt her this mercilessly without being compelled to stick their dick inside her and come seconds later.
When I flatten my tongue against her clit, a helpless little cry spills past her lips. Arousal vibrates somewhere low behind my ribs at the pathetic sound.
Her clit swells beautifully under my tongue, pink and needy and tangy with want.
I pull back only to press my tongue lower, thrusting into her entrance where the heat is fiercest. Her slit weeps blood for my tongue as I flick my way in and out of her pussy.
Instead of recoiling, I lap at her, nose buried against her flesh like I want to drown.
“That’s it, girl. Clench around my tongue like the eager slut you are.”
I eat like a starved man, savoring every ounce of her sweetness, and she just lies there, watching through her lashes, unable to stop me as I use her limp body for my every filthy need.
This is sin by inches. A slow rot down my spine.
Every one of her weak shivers, every mewled protest, just spurs me on.
I should have walked out the moment I found her breathing. Should’ve let her sleep it off.
Instead, I’m dragging her deeper into the dark with me.
She’s shaking, confused, bleeding in my mouth, and still her body betrays her, heating around my fingers like it was waiting for this.
And God help me, I want to see how far that betrayal will go.
I push two fingers inside her entrance, just enough to breach.
“I’m going to wreck your pretty little cunt,” I murmur, locking eyes with her as I dip my fingertips inside her. “And tomorrow, you’ll put on a sweet smile like nothing happened. We both know just how much you enjoy this.”
The sound she makes at the intrusion is high and helpless, a half-moan, half-sob. Her lids flutter, too heavy to fully open, yet her body betrays her again. Her pussy clenches down, sucking me deeper in like she doesn’t know how to refuse.
Haven thinks she’s a locked door, but my fingertips are the key. The shiver running through her as I press deeper inside is the tumbling of pins inside the lock.
I don’t drive my fingers in.
Not yet.
I wedge them wider instead, pulling them apart by gradual, merciless degrees, splitting her open against her own resistance. Watching the raw stretch of her pussy, the stubborn give.
“Oh, you don’t like this? Then why the fuck are you dripping down my hand? You’re lying with your mouth and begging with your cunt.”
Her thighs tremble weakly against my shoulders as I force them wider, the soft, pale skin so fucking fragile under my teeth. I sink in just enough to bruise, biting her tender flesh until red blooms like a brand.
