Page 129 of Speak No Claim

She sucked in air, and I grinned against her mouth.

“Do you know what I could do to you? How I could make you feel?” I continued. “Where, baby, where do you want me to touch you?” I cocked my head to the side, still not moving my lips from hers. “Where?” I slid my fingers down her stomach, slipping them into her pussy. She was just about to cum from that alone, and I hadn’t even touched her yet.

It was easy to make Hennessy come. It didn’t take much. Her body was mine to own, and she willingly gave it to me. She was such a primal being, never ashamed of how much I could make her come for me. She took her pleasure in any form that I gave it to her, never denying me either.

Another moan escaped her lips just from the anticipation of what I was going to do next.

“Here?” I tormented, softly touching her pussy.

She didn’t say a word. She was barely breathing.

I rubbed everywhere, except where she really wanted me to.

“Or…” I pressed my fingers against her clit. “Here?”

She loudly panted, which earned her a smile from me. I didn’t even try to hide it. She grabbed at the back of my neck for more leverage. I couldn’t take it anymore, moving her clit in a side-to-side motion.

“Feels good, huh?”

“Yes…” she finally whimpered.

I slid my finger between her lips, running it from her opening, back up to her clit. I could feel her wetness pooling. Continuing my sweet torture for a few seconds, I enjoyed the feel of her slickness against my callused fingers.

When I eased my finger into her opening, she whimpered again, and I shoved my tongue into her mouth, savoring both the taste and feel of her, and how her body was completely in my control.

“Oh, God, right there,” she panted into my mouth when my finger angled deep inside her, slowly slipping in another finger, working her pussy over in a steady rhythm, making me squirm to the music that switched over to Closer by Nine Inch Nails.

“Right there?” I mocked, pushing harder against her G-spot.

Her body felt warm all over, with an uncontrollable need for something to happen that would take away the ache I was deliberately creating.

“You know what else I want?” I kissed her with a much more heated look in my eyes. “What I want more than anything?” I kissed her again. “Is for you to tell me what I need to hear.” I rubbed harder and faster, and her lips parted.

Her eyes closed as I spread her legs wide open. Her breathing was heavy and deep, with sweat glistening off her forehead. Her clit was so exposed that I could see the bright red nub from where I was. She shined vibrantly with the pre-glow of her impending orgasm that I didn’t allow her to finish under her precious full moon.

“I know what your pussy feels like when it’s about to come, and how your face gets flushed, and your breathing gets heavy.”

Her breathing hitched when I reached her inner thigh as I finger fucked her harder and with more determination.

She moaned, and her head fell back.

“I’ve barely touched you, and your legs are already shaking. You’re fucking addicting. The taste of you, the feel of you, the love I have for you. I’m poisoned by you. You’re mine.”

A single tear fell down the side of her face.

“It’s just you and me, Hennessy. I’m not going anywhere, and trust me, neither are you. I’m yours.”

Another tear fell, and I kissed that one away.

“You swear?”

“I promise, and my word is bond.”

She smiled, whispering, “I love you.”

I pulled out my cock, except it wasn’t her pussy I claimed that night.

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