Page 119 of Love Me

I lean back, opening myself for him like a butterfly.

He grabs his cock, jerking his hard length up and down. His eyes are set on me, glowing with passion and darkening with hunger.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, transfixed by the sheer eroticism. My thighs clench instinctively. I am so wet and horny I could come from a touch alone.

His entire face pulls taut, his firm body rippling with his orgasm. The first spurt lands on my tongue and mouth. He paints my chest and belly with the rest. When the shudders stop, he looks at my body with sheer awe before guiding his cock through his cum and writing his initials on me.

“Now you can clean me up.” His voice deepens with the command, ending on a husky note that makes me even wetter and even more desperate to please him.

And while I do, his fingers work their magic, maddening me with that pleasurable push and pull. One finger, then two. With three inside me, I gasp. With four, my belly contracts. But that stretch pushes me into the arms of euphoria. The orgasm tears through me. I explode, coming so hard stars dance before my eyes.

“Do you like how you dirtied me up?” I ask breathlessly, feverish with desire for even more. I’m insatiable for this man.

With my juices on his fingers, he moves his hand up and down his hard length, slapping my pussy with his cock. “I created a work of art.”

I am delirious with lust, lost in the haze of desire.

He brushes his nose against my cheek. “Are you wet?”

“Like Niagara Falls.”

We burst into laughter as he slides his thumb up and down my slit.

“You weren’t lying… so wet from pleasuring me, my sky.”

And in one thrust, he’s buried to the hilt inside of me. Skin on skin, he pushes in and out of me––lovingly, claiming, possessively. Arching my back, I meet him thrust for thrust, enjoying him taking me into the land of pleasure.

A symphony of moans echoes through the room while we give in to the desperation of our needs. Time slips away as we make love unhurried, and together, we find the peak of pleasure.

We make each other come several times more until exhaustion catches up to us.

I lay at his side. His finger runs up and down the valley of my hip.

“Still your favorite spot?” I ask.

“You’re my favorite spot.”

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I don’t even know what my favorite part about this place is. Our place. I inhale on a soft breeze, basking in the crisp freshness of nature. Kaden’s arms wrap around me, creating my safe cocoon, my dreamy reality.

We stand at the edge of the cliff. His chin rests on my shoulder as we watch the waves crash against the shore.

But we must go back, especially since we both disappeared. Giving the Family any reason to distrust us is a risk we must avoid.

A deep sigh rolls out of his mouth. “We have to return.”

“One more night. Who knows when we can escape again?”

I turn in his arms and he says, “I have to get close to my father. He’s the key.”

A part of me, the one that would not survive if something happened to him, winces, but the realistic part is aware that this is the only way.

“What do you think about finding someone trustworthy to do hypnosis. If it works, we’ll know exactly what happened.”

Reality impatiently waits outside our bubble with a needle ready to poke it at any time––mocking us with its cruelty.

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