Page 558 of Lessons in Cruelty

Jesus, like I need a fucking handwritten invitation.

She lets out a guttural moan when I close my mouth over her clit and start sucking and nipping at that sensitive bud of flesh. My fingers move erratically—hard then soft, fast then slow—and the way her thighs snap closed around my hand, I know I’m driving her batshit crazy.

My dick comes out of its coma like it’s wondering what all the fuss is about. I buck into the soft folds of the blanket, getting harder with every roll of my hips.

“Kai, fuck, please, just, please, oh fuck,” she mutters, like a woman possessed.

She pulls her hands out of my grip, one going to my hair, the other to the mound above her pussy. She tugs up, her engorged clit standing proud before I descend on it with hungry lips.

“Yes, fuck!” She grinds her clit against my tongue and lips, alternating bucking into my fingers and increasing the pressure against her bud. “Oh God, I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”

I speed up my fingers, relishing every wet smack as they slam home deep inside her. When I roll her clit between my teeth, she gasps and arches off the blanket.

“Fuck yes, Heavenly,” I murmur when her cunt clenches my fingers. “I can feel how close you are.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She forces my mouth hard against her clit, but I slide down and shove my tongue in between my spreading fingers instead. “What are you—oh, fuck!”

Wetness covers my lips and chin as Haven grinds her cunt against my face. There’s so much of it, I can barely taste my own cum anymore.

The thought that I’ve just made her squirt, even a little, has my cock hard enough that I can’t stop myself. I lap it up, gathering as much as I can in my mouth, and settle my body over hers, pinning her to the soft sand.

She accepts my kiss gladly, hungrily, and moans when I fill her mouth with our cum. Then we’re both trying to drink it down before the other can, sucking and nipping at each other’s mouths like we’re seconds away from cannibalism.

My dick can’t take it anymore, and neither can I.

While she’s still fighting me for the last smear of cum on my lips, I shove her legs wide and drop between her thighs.

She gasps when I thrust into her, then again, again.

“Oh my God, Kai!” Her nails are in my back, tearing down my flesh, but it’s the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt.

It only makes me fuck her harder.

Her back has only just touched the blanket again when I fold over her and groan into the side of her neck, filling her with another load of cum. She moans and whimpers under me, begging me not to stop, but I’m fucking done.

I’m still lying there, trying to catch my breath and scrape up what’s left of my mind, when I feel her hand slide between our bodies.

“Don’t move,” she whispers urgently. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

Her legs come up around my waist, clamping me in place with my cock buried deep, deep inside her.

Ever so fucking slowly, she starts rocking her hips against mine.

And I feel her fingers strum her clit.

“Jesus, are you going to come again?” I murmur, awe in my voice as I lean my head back to watch her face.

Her eyes are closed, brows pinched together in concentration. “Yes. Fuck…I think…yes…yes…yes.”

I grab her jaw, wrenching her to face me, and kiss her as she comes under me. Her pussy clenches me one last time as a full body shudder rips through her. The saliva in her mouth is suddenly sweet, and I drink it down just like I drank down our cum.

She’s shaking under me for a full minute before she finally stops.

There are tears trapped in her lashes when she whispers, “Take me inside.”

“What?” I lean back, blinking warily down at her.

It’s like I’m waking up from a three-year-long nap.