I look between the two of them, consumed with their cute little hobbies, while there’s a whole brand-new pussy upstairs. Alone.
I get to my feet. “I’ll go check on her.”
“Don’t, Fiz,” Cade says, a warning edge to his voice.
I hold my palms up. “No malicious intent here. I just want to make sure she’s doing okay, because I’mnice, I haveempathy.”
Alf snorts. “No, you don’t. You have a raging hormonal imbalance, a Neanderthal brain and a reckless, impulsive attitude.”
“I’m offended to my perfectly healthy and stable core.” I place a hand over my chest. “I’m just gonna go peek in, see if she needs anything, make sure she hasn’t bolted out the window, and I’ll come back and report. Okay?”
Cade narrows his eyes. “That’s all.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” I take a mocking bow and try not to rush upstairs like a kid on Christmas. Unsupervised visitation with a vulnerable girl? I’m not one to pass up such an opportunity.
When I open the door, I don’t see a sleeping beauty in Cade’s bed. I frown, go into the bathroom, and see she’s not there either. Shit. She couldn’t escape, could she? I go over to the windows, knowing full well her body would be lying twenty feet below if she’d been desperate enough to jump. Thankfully, she’s not out there, and the windows are locked.
I turn away, and that’s when I spot her. She’s lying on the floor beside the bed, all curled up into herself. Sleeping. Looking peaceful. Unbothered. Well, that’s interesting.
I stalk towards her, drinking her in. More of her skin’s exposed now in Cade’s T-shirt and shorts. I see bruises covering her legs and arms. She’s been held down, restrained, if the thick bands of discolouration around her wrists and ankles are anything to go by.
I kneel beside her, studying the other marks. My fingertips brush over the damaged skin. The one on her outer thigh could easily be a boot – steel-toed, by the depth of the bruising. It’s way deeper than just surface level. Looks agonising. Someone really went for it on her. Moving up, her arms have little purple circles on them. Evidence of being grabbed, pulled – dragged, perhaps. What the hell did this girl do to deserve it? I’m not one to rebuke a little discipline, but this shit is morbid.
I shake my head, not bothering to try to decipher it, I don’t really care. What I do care about is sitting between these twoslim thighs, tucked beneath the shorts, cradled between her legs, harbouring warmth and rapture.
Just one look…
I test the depth of her sleep, rolling her onto her back, legs falling open. She flops like a fish, no flicker of her eyelids when her head rolls to the side. Good sign. I press my hand on her exposed inner thigh and apply some pressure on a bruise – still nothing. I reposition myself between her legs, my dick twitching to life, heart rate picking up, skin heating. Hooking my fingers underneath her waistband, I run them round to her sides, then tug the clothes down. They come easily, gliding down her legs smoothly.
There’s something about a pussy. How no two are the same. It’s like Russian roulette. Which ones are going to make my stomach twist in anticipation of tasting it, burying myself inside it. And which ones are going to make me want to just stare at it in awe. The artistry, the fine crevices of flesh and all those thousands of nerve endings hidden beneath the pink softness, just begging to be stimulated.
I love all pussy, obsess over it, actually. How I can manipulate it, twist it, wet it. How I can make it contract and cream and bleed.
Caden wants a cunt that’s pure, one he knows hasn’t been ran through and spoiled by a hundred cocks, just so he can ruin it himself. He’s got a thing for marring the unmarred. The majority of his body count is virgins, he collects them like rare coins. Then he chews them up and spits them out. Leaves them to pick up their own broken pieces, never to feel his cock inside them again. I’ve seen girls walk into his bedroom then walk back out in states that make them unrecognisable. The guy’s a fucking sadist.
But for me, and most guys, a hole’s a hole. Any cunt will have me falling to my knees to worship it, get my teeth on the clit and pinch, get my tongue along the slit and make the girl squirm. Getmy cock inside and watch the skin stretch and rip. I’m a giver, and no girl can do anything to make my dick harder than by just lying there, being the perfect pillow princess while I devour the best meal that’s ever walked this earth.
Once the shorts are down, I see a neat, juicy-looking pussy. I can keep it that way. For now. I can leave the scene of the crime in the same state I saw it in. I just need to feel the warmth of her insides, just a little.
I give her one more test, prodding the deep purple bruise on her thigh. Her eyes crinkle in a little wince, but that’s all. I’ve got the green light. I turn my hand and rub her pussy all over, the warmth emanating from it going straight to my balls. I let out a hitched breath. This is more like self-punishment, really. But it doesn’t stop me. I’ve always been a type of masochist. I stroke back down, resting my palm on her clit, pressing a little, as I curl my middle finger inside her body. Jesus fucking Christ. A long, strangled sigh comes out of me as the heat of her insides wraps around my skin. I insert myself a little farther, feeling wetness coat my finger. I clamp my lips down to keep these groans inside me. God, it’s like the first time I’m ever touching a woman.Get a grip, Fiz.
I don’t know how my tongue accidentally slipped out and fell between her legs, but my face is now buried in the heat of her. I lick a long strip along her parting, the tanginess making my skin rise in goosebumps. The feminine scent surging deep into my stomach. I give her clit a little flick and her hips flex up into me. Fuck.
Just a little more.
My fingers slide into her pussy and she sighs, her walls already squeezing around them. Gees, has this girl been starved of satisfaction like us? How long’s she gone without someone’s cock ramming into her, hitting that G spot and making her scream?
My eyes roll closed as I picture it. Slamming this little frame with my cock, splitting her in half and her screams ringing in my ears. Begging me to stop. Begging me to go harder. Either way gets my cock aching in my trousers. I can’t come. I can’t fucking come. If I keep licking her like this, I fucking will.
I hook my fingers inside her and jerk my hand fast, yearning to feel her clench around me, feel her writhe beneath me.
Her breaths quicken and my muscles go taut, willing the rising storm to pass. Cade’s right, we’ve done the majority, I can do fifteen more days, as long as this divine cunt is the one I’m plunging into at the end of it.
I’m so overcome with need my body overrules my conscience. My teeth clamp down on her clit, desperate to hear her scream, momentarily completely forgetting what the situation actually is here.
She’s hauled from sleep with a yelp as my teeth nip her most sensitive spot. Her head flings up. She spots me, head between her trembling legs, fingers inside her pussy, teeth clamped on her clit. A pair of wide eyes staring back at her from her most vulnerable area. A goddamn deer in headlights.
Needless to say, the sheer outrage and utter murder in her eyes are probably warranted.
