“Been thinking about me?” I ask breathlessly, pulling back with a wicked grin. She tries to lie, shaking her head. I trail further, inserting a finger in.Can’t wait to bury myself here.“I think you’re lying. Tell me another one,” I start to fuck her, while rubbing my thumb on her clit. Circling around more and more, tantalizing each thrust of my finger. I add another one in her tight pussy as she stretches around my fingers.
“Fuck,” she lets out. “Keep doing that, I’m getting close.”
I know she’s getting fucking close, as her pussy clenches more. I remind her that she’s not in charge. I take away my hand, leaving her empty and on the edge. She shoots up, more pissed off than before. I can spot the traces of blue paint on her side from her wiggling around, grinding on my hand. She starts to move off the table, “If you want more, Charlotte, we play by my rules.” I warned her.
She stops. “Now you listen,” her stubbornness melts as I command her. “Take the pants and panties off.” I start to command, she freezes for a moment, debating the decision to follow commands or attempt to take control. “Be a good angel who wants to come and lay back. You want me to finish what I started, I’ll have you writhing in pleasure, only to beg me for more. There’s one thing you should know,” I press a finger to her lips, trailing along her collarbone, “You want to play with a devil, then let me tempt you to fall from heaven. Because I’ll be making you mine tonight.”
She shivers, her skin prickling under my fingertips. She likes the idea. “I won’t clip your precious wings, but I’ll drag you to hell,” I’ll give her one last out, “If I bury my face in this wet heat, it’ll be mine.”
That may be the lust speaking, but something in me calls to her and she calls to me. A little bright light.
She holds my gaze, and answers me with the movement of her hands. She shimmies off the bottoms and tosses them to the side. I look down to see a glistening pussy that will soon be mine.
“Please,” is all she says.
I lay her back down, bending her knees, and opening her back up. One day it won’t be my fingers that will be stretching her out.
Her wetness drips down to her tight asshole.One day, maybe.
I kiss the inside of her thighs, kissing each patch of ink. Her hands fly above her, writhing away. I inch closer and closer to her opening. Her body moves closer to my mouth, she shows me where she wants me. I give her a long lick as I’m rewarded with one of her moans. She’s sweet, not sticky sweet. I lap her a few times before sucking on her clit.
She bucks against me, wanting more. Her hands shot straight for my hair, and I felt a little wet from her fingers. I glance up to see her fingers coated in green, the little brat. I nip at her clit, a little whimper cries out.
“You’ll get more than that if you keep being a little brat,” I warn her, returning to her pussy, she aches and moans. It doesn’t help that I have a raging hard on, but I will have enough memory to last me.
I return my fingers to her pussy, knowing that she’s close, I keep going, pumping my fingers in rhythm. Continuing to taste her and claim her pussy for myself, knowing one day it will be all of her.
She gets to her edge, she clenches around my fingers, I would tease her and slow down, dragging it out, but the woman is a sweaty desired mess. “Keola, please,” she begs.
“You want to come?” I ask her, standing up but still pumping my fingers. She nods her head.
“Does Charlotte want to come around my fingers?” I ask again, drawing it out. At this point she’s fucking her ownself with my fingers, reaching for a release.
“You’ll get to come, if you answer correctly. Whose pussy does this belong to?” I keep the rhythm, waiting for her answer. My angel woman knows how to answer.
Her whimpers and moan combine, she looks at me, her pouty lips, her hair in a mess. “Yours,” she answers. Almost the answer, I shake my head, “Try again.”
She becomes louder, ready to combust.
“Fuck,” she growls out, clenching tighter and tighter. She has control, I knew she could make it. “Keola.” she lets out.
“Come then,” I command and a few seconds later she’s coming along my fingers, her body vibrating from a long awaited release. I slow down, drawing out every second. She has a glow about her like a halo cascading around her body. I slowly pull out my fingers, her release glistening. I splay a stream of kisses across her body, bringing us face to face.
A soft smile spreads. A sliver of happiness and please shines through. I land a small, soft kiss on her lips.
“I may have claimed your pussy, angel. But there will be a day where I claim your heart,” I say to her, pressing my forehead against her. This woman is going to be the death of me, and I’ll protect her and her world. I won’t lose anyone else.
Chapter 16
Keola
“Itriedtohackinto the school’s email, I need an extra hour. They aren’t messing around with their information,” Joaquin says, bringing his computer out to the main gathering space.
It’s been a few days since our night in the art aftermath. And I wanted to see if we could trace the email back to someone.
Once is by chance, but a second time that’s a coincidence. I’m not waiting around for a third time for a damn pattern. First it was a phone call, but there’s “visual proof”, I don’t believe that for a second.
“The sooner the better man. Whatever the Falcons have been involved with is spreading to the Lighthouse,” I concur. We had just gotten out of church, creating some kind of plan.
