She melted against me. Her hands braced on my chest. Her fingers curled into my skin. My dick jerked in my pants and my whole body tightened. My tongue slid past her lips, searching,learning, taking. She opened for me without hesitation and a quiet sound slipped from her throat. That sound made my mind flash white with hunger.
Jesus fucking Christ.She was delicious.
I had never kissed a woman like that in my entire life. Feeling her respond to me, feeling her press closer, that soft sound still caught in her throat, dragged something violent and hungry out of my chest. For one reckless heartbeat, I forgot I was supposed to be her executioner. All I felt was the man ready to fuck her until sunrise just to hear that sound again.
The kiss deepened, getting heavier, rougher. My hands slid down her waist and locked on her hips. I held her the way a man holds what he’s been dying to touch. My hand pushed higher, lifting her nightie, fingers burning the shape of her body into my memory as my palms closed around her ass. It was full, warm,perfectlyperfect and mine. So fuckingmine. The second I felt that softness give under my grip, something inside me snapped. My breath turned into a low growl against her mouth. All I could think about was how long I’d been starving for this woman.
“Hmmm.” She moaned into my lips, her hands wrapping tightly around my neck.
My dick got harder in my pants, desperate to be freed, aching to bury itself in the pussy I knew was waiting for me.
I was ready to grab her, throw her on the bed, and claim every inch of her soft skin. But she pulled back, putting distance between us. My lips cursed the loss of her mouth. My body cursed the cold she left behind. But what locked me in place, harder than the distance, was her stare. She was sizing me up, eyes black with hunger. There was nothing fragile about that look. Nothing weak. She wanted to be taken and ruined, but only on her terms. That fire made my pulse pound until my whole chest shook.
I stared back, thrown for a second, mind scrambling to keep upwith the shift in her energy.
“I paid for your services. I intend to enjoy every piece of your body the way I want it. And what I want now is to taste this dick,” Serenity said like she’d read my thoughts.
I swallowed the groan that wanted to rip out of me. The way she said it—calm, commanding, hungry—nothing about it was innocent. It was filthy, dirty, and stripped away any control I had left.
Her nails slowly dragged down my chest, making my breath catch. She traced my abs, found the elastic of my boxers, and played with it, just to test how long I could last before I broke.
Her eyes never left mine. Her lips inched closer, inviting my mouth. Consumed by desire, I parted my lips for her, needing—craving—her taste. But she pulled back at the last second. Frustration burned so deep it crawled down my spine.
When she smiled, I knew she wanted to torture me. And the fucked-up part was, I wanted to see exactly how far she’d go.
Never breaking eye contact, she slid her hands inside my boxers, her warm palm wrapping around my dick and balls, claiming me possessively. Precum leaked from the tip as she gave my dick a slow stroke, as if she was just teasing me.
“Fucking fuck,” I cursed.
“Hmmm, you’re packing, honey. I like that,” she said, her voice full of lust.
Then she pushed everything down, slowly unwrapping me, unable to hide how badly she wanted a taste.
Her gaze dropped to my dick, admiring it for a few seconds before she looked up again, and I met her eyes—full of hunger, a want so deep it made my blood rush straight to my dick. The slight jump of my length made her wrap her hand tight around me, her stare deepening as she felt me pulse in her grip.
“Fuck, yes.”
A groan tore out of me before I could stop it as she startedstroking me, dragging slow and filthy pleasure through every nerve in my body.
She dragged her hand up and down my length, watching me the whole time, eyes never leaving mine. Her touch was possessive, claiming every inch of me as if I had always belonged to her.
“Hmm you like that, huh?”
“Damn, princess, want to take my soul already? We haven’t even started, yet.”
She smiled, proud to be making me lose my damn mind.
Her gaze locked on mine as her thumb rubbed over the tip of my dick, spreading the precum. I could barely breathe with the way she looked at me, like she wanted to devour me from head to toe. That look lit something ugly in me. I wanted to taste her,neededto taste her right fucking now. But she didn’t give me the chance to take the lead.
“Sit down,” she ordered, pressing her palm to my abs, expecting nothing but obedience.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, her hand never leaving my dick, gripping me even tighter.
I felt her lips on my neck. She moved slow, tender enough to send a tremor straight down my spine. Every kiss burned through my skin, leaving me hot and starving for more. She drifted down my chest, her mouth dragging over my nipples. before tracing lines across my skin, memorizing every inch before she ruined me. She kept going, lower, fuck,muchlower, until her breath hovered over my dick. My whole body tightened, straining so hard it almost hurt.
“I’ve been craving to taste a dick for so damn long. And this one is just perfect. I’m going to suck you dry until I pull out every last fucking drop,” she said, her eyes filled with pure hunger.
I didn’t even have time to process that filthy promise beforeshe stroked me long and slow. Fast, then slow again, driving me insane, tearing the breath out of my chest and owning every nerve in my body.
