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MLana has been living with me for over a week. I have been fucking her brains out every single day and night, and she has had me on my knees at least six times. The arousal I feel when I lick her pussy is insane. Seeing her lose control with pleasure is the best sight in the world.
Just like now.
Lana’s long sleeves are pinned to a board with two knives. I bought the big board a couple of days ago, and now it’s in one of the rooms in my basement. The reason for this purchase is that I wanted her scared and begging for my tongue.
“M, fuck my pussy with your tongue!” Ilovehow open she has gotten with her deepest inhibitions. She didn’t want to open up at the beginning of our relationship, and I gladly corrupted her beautiful soul.
She is mine.
I’m holding on to her thighs while I’m on my knees, my new favorite position, as I push my tongue deeper inside. I want to be consumed by her.
“I’m going to eat you alive, you dirty fucking woman,” I promise her in between licks.
“Then do your motherfucking job, pet!” she screams, and I hear her banging her head against the board. Then I hear the ripping of her long sleeves, and she drops down onto my back. I retrieve my tongue from her pussy and lie down on the concrete floor.
Lana lands on top of me and starts riding me. When I look at her, I see a woman in control. Fuck my words and insane questions, she has bewitched me, and I would doanythingfor her. I put my hands on her breasts and start squeezing them, playing with them.
“Ride your fucking god, little hummingbird. Milk my fucking cock dry.” My words must have struck a chord because Lana starts moving her hips in a delicious motion. She shifts her weight from one hip to the other, drawing circles.
“Yes, daddy.” Lana stops moving immediately and looks at me with bewildered eyes. She must think that her words were a mishap, they are anything but. She has unlocked a new desire within me—getting her pregnant.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” She needs to stop apologizing. I reach for one of the knives that clattered onto the floor and make a small cut in her upper right thigh.
“What are you doing?” she asks me, her mouth hanging open as she follows the movement of the knife. My little hummingbird is fucking turned on by the sight of blood, and I’m so proud of her. I bring the shiny object to my lips and lick her blood off it. My eyes roll backward, and when I look at her, she is biting down on her lip.
“Tasting you,” I say to her as she starts rocking her hips slightly again. “Does this turn my little hummingbird on?” I ask her as she nods with her head. I hold the back of the knife against the inner part of her thigh, and she gasps in anticipation. The cold metal is cooling against her burning skin, and the adrenaline for possible danger is driving us both insane.
“But I called you daddy, M.” I push the knife against her skin even more because her apologetic tone is starting to piss me off.
“And I will fill you up and make you a mommy.” I throw the knife away and dig my nails into her skin. “Finish what you started before I carve you up and drink every ounce of your blood.”
“Yes, master.” Lana is now using her delicious thighs to lift herself lower, all the while picking up her rhythm. Fuck, I’m losing my mind, and I don’t want it back. Her hips are moving faster, and I feel myself wanting to spill into her. But not without her.
“Come now, little hummingbird!” I yell, and she does. She comes so hard that her legs are shaking beneath my touch. I empty myself inside of her and bring her to my chest. She tries to sit up straight, but I don’t let her.
“Not until I’m fully emptied inside of you, mommy.” Fuck, that will become my new favorite way to nickname her. And hopefully something real, very fucking soon. Once we are both done, we stand up and go upstairs.
We are standing in our room, getting dressed for the party. My entire team is coming over, and it’s the perfect timing. Hana is going to Bali, and the rest of us need to figure out a way to draw Lana’s father out of his hiding place.
It’s March, so the days aren’t that cold anymore. Lana and I have prepared a full-on feast on my outdoor patio, which is closed off for now because it’s notthatwarm yet. I’m wearing aforest-green cashmere sweater with dark, fitted jeans, and Lana looks gorgeous.
She is wearing a dusty rose long-sleeve dress that hugs all of her curves, and her hair is up in a bun. I’m now standing behind her while she is looking at herself in the mirror, and I start nibbling her ear. My woman starts moaning instantly.
“Maybe we can—” Fucking jack shit because my security system is telling me that someone is at the gate. My frustration is etched across my face, and Lana smiles at that.
“Hold that thought, your friends are here. Let’s go downstairs,daddy.”
Wicked woman.
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Lana
M and I have set up the table and made delicious food to welcome his friends. We are moving in sync until his friends arrive at the estate, and I’m starting to like this feeling.
Fuck.
