Page 43 of Crimson Fate

She smirks as she looks up at me, and I can tell she’s thrilled by my response. I step the rest of the way out of my pants and kick them to the side as Gia complies with my directions. She stands, her eyes never leaving mine. Her body is a masterpiece, every curve and angle working together to create an alluring display that leaves me breathless. The dimples on the fullness of her thighs make me want to shove my cock straight into her, but I don’t. Instead, I decide I’m going to draw this out, torturing her with lust as long as I can hold out myself.

She eases onto the bed, spreading her legs wide as a silent invitation. I approach her, my erection pulsing with every movement. I crawl onto the bed, my body shifting between her thighs and kissing her softly. My hands roam over her, exploring every inch of her skin, her curves, her muscles, her softness.

As I kiss Gia’s lips, my hands move down to cup her breasts, her nipples hardening under my touch. She moans softly, her hips rising to meet my touch. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently, teasing her with my tongue. I hear her gasp, her body arching slightly in response. I move down, kissing her stomach.

She lifts her hips, her legs parting farther, and I can see the wetness between her thighs—a testament to how much she wants me. I position myself between her legs, my erection glistening with her arousal. I run it along her folds, the sensation making me moan softly. She moans with me, the sound mingling with mine, creating a symphony of lust.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire.

“I need you,” she whispers back, her voice just as shaky as mine.

I smile down at her before I respond. “Not yet, baby girl. I need to taste how much you want me.”

Shifting my body, I lower my head, my tongue darting out to taste the sweetness that flows from her core. Gia’s breath hitches, and her hips buck slightly in a silent plea for more. I lap at her folds, my tongue delving deep, tasting and teasing. She cries out, her fingers sinking into my hair, her hips bucking against my face, her pleasure building, the taste of my name on her lips.

I hook my arms around her, bucking hips and firmly pulling her into place, locking her body into a position of submission, and dive deeper into her with my tongue. I explore her folds between sucking on her swollen clit.

I can feel her orgasm building, the pulse of her desire, the slickness growing, coating my tongue with the sweetness of her arousal. I suck lightly, feeling her tremble beneath me, her hands gripping my hair, driving me into her more rapidly.

“Vin—” she moans before her voice fails her.

Her release hits me like a tidal wave, her body shaking and her juices exploding on my face and tongue. I bury my face deeper, feeling her body twitch and spasm as she rides out her orgasm.

When she finally comes back down, I pull back, licking my lips to savor the taste of her one last time. She looks at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure and desire, and I can see the hunger still burning in her.

“Vincent,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with need.

“Yes, baby girl?” I reply, my voice equally as rough.

“I want you inside me,” she says, her voice soft and quivering.

I can’t deny her wish for a second longer. My erection throbs with need. I position myself at her entrance, the wetness from her orgasm sealing my shaft, making the penetration smooth and exquisite. I enter her slowly, letting her adjust to my size, my fingers gently caressing her hips, urging her to move with me.

As I sink deeper into her, I can see her eyes flutter with pleasure, her lips parting in a silent moan. The connection between us is electric, every inch of my flesh touching hers, flooding my senses with her warmth and wetness. I bottom out, our bodies pressed together, her walls crushing me.

“Fuck,” I say in a low voice, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re so tight, so warm—so fucking perfect.”

I pull back slowly, then thrust again, setting a steady rhythm as I begin to move within her. Gia moans, her hands gripping the sheets, her hips rising to meet each thrust. We move together, our bodies perfectly in sync, the connection between us becoming more intense with every stroke. Her legs wrap around my waist.

“Faster,” she gasps.

“Tell me you want me to pound that pussy,” I say as I pick up my pace.

“Oh my God, please, daddy,” she cries out, her fingers digging into the sheets as if she were holding on for dear life. “Fuck me hard.”

My hips move faster, my body slamming into hers with each thrust. She screams, her body writhing beneath me, her walls tightening around me with each movement. I slap into her so feverishly hard and fast a spray of her moisture drenches our bodies, and the primal nature has my hunger growing out of control.

Her face reveals a mixture of pleasure and pain, and despite the confusion in her expression, I don’t relent, pounding my rock-hard cock harder into her cunt.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she cries out in a high-pitched, panicked screech. “That feels so fucking good.”

“That’s right, it does,” I say through gritted teeth. “Whose pussy is that?”

She gasps before she manages to eke out, “That’s your pussy, daddy.”

I grit my teeth and grip my cock tightly, thrusting into her deeper and harder than before. She screams my name again, her moans mixing with the wet sounds of our bodies coming together. I can feel my orgasm building.

“Be a good girl and come for me again,” I grunt, my voice hoarse with need.

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