Page 40 of Born into Blood

“I’m the only man who will ever see these amazing tits.” I run the tip of my tongue over the hard nipple that’s straining against the lace. “The only man to ever taste them or touch them,” I say, my voice growing rougher with each passing second. I push aside the lace and latch onto her, filling my mouth with her as my tongue circles her nipple. She arches her chest out, but she keeps gripping the hammock like I told her to. When I pull back, reluctantly letting her breast slip from my mouth, she whines in protest, begging me with her eyes to keep going.

“I don’t share, kisa, and I refuse to share you.”

I don’t want to scare her by saying I’ll kill any man who ever tries to touch her, but I will. She’s for my eyes only.

With one of her breasts exposed and the other still covered in lace, she looks sexy as fuck, so innocent but also so ready to be corrupted. I keep my eyes on hers as I brush her shirt aside so I can kiss my way down her stomach. Her skin is so damn soft, and I want to mark every inch of it as mine.

Running my hands up her thighs, I gently lift her skirt, giving her stomach one last kiss before pulling back, not wanting to miss a second of this. Sliding her skirt higher, I slowly reveal the soft flesh of her inner thighs and the hint of white lace between them.

I didn’t think I could get any harder, but the hint of pink pussy proves me wrong. I’m soaked in my own pre-cum, thick and throbbing, and my balls fucking ache with the need to empty.

“Jesus,” I growl, and I swear I can already taste her sweetness on my tongue.

Grabbing one of her feet, I pull her shoe off and put her socked foot on the hammock before quickly doing the same with the other.

“Spread them as far as you comfortably can,” I tell her, watching as she spreads her legs wide for me, hooking her feet into the ropes of the hammock.

I sit back on my heels, taking in the sight of her splayed open for me, nothing but a thin strip of see-through lace between me and the pussy I’m about to devour. Her hands still grip the rope, determined to not disobey me, even though I can tell by the deep red of her cheeks that she’s embarrassed and feeling vulnerable in this position. It’s the last thing I want her to feel around me.

“You’re so beautiful, kisa.” I lean forward and lightly drag my fingers up her thighs, loving the way that it makes goosebumps erupt along her skin. “You’re going to learn to not be embarrassed in front of me, sweetheart, because there’s not a single inch of your body that I’m not going to see or touch or taste.”

Her thighs tense under my fingers. “Not tonight, though, right?”

“No, not tonight.” I lean down and place a kiss above her right knee. “Tonight I’m going to eat your pussy and make you come with my tongue. Everything else can wait.” I lick a slow line up her inner thigh before murmuring against her skin. “I would wait forever for you, Lara. There’s no rush.”

Her breath hitches when I hover my mouth between her legs. Her scent fills my nose, making my fucking head spin. She intoxicates me, consumes me, and threatens to undo me completely. Her thighs tremble beneath my fingers as I exhale against her pussy, so close my lips brush against her in featherlight touches when I ask, “Do you want me to stop, kisa?”

I’m poised above her, ready to eat her until I’ve had my fill, but I wait until I hear her breathy “No” before I allow myself my first taste of her. With a groan, I drag my tongue up her panty-covered slit, one slow lick from bottom to top. She’s soaking wet, dripping through the flimsy lace, making it easy to coat my tongue in her arousal.

“Jesus,” I growl before grabbing her panties and ripping them from her in one quick motion, baring her sex to me. Her hair is neatly trimmed, tight, dark curls that don’t do shit to hide the wet pussy that’s dripping for me.

“So fucking beautiful.” I lean closer, whispering the words against her slick folds. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I spread her wide enough to part her lips, exposing every perfect pink inch of her.

I don’t care that I’ve only known her for a few days—I’m a fucking goner. This is the only pussy I’ll ever want to see, and this woman is the only one I’ll ever fuck. That thought would instill terror in most men, but I only feel a deep sense of comfort at the idea of only knowing Lara’s body, a strong sense of right.

Without a barrier between us, I trace the partially opened line of her slit with the tip of my tongue, delving in just enough to tease her and torture myself. She moans my name when I reach the top of her pussy and drag my tongue over the clit that’s starting to swell. I follow her lead, memorizing her reactions to everything I do, watching in awe as her arousal builds and her pussy becomes a perfect mess.

I nip and suck on her sensitive folds, kissing and licking every goddamn inch of her, and when I part her lips with my tongue and slide inside, she rocks her hips and moans my name again. Looking up, I watch as she throws her head back, biting her lip to keep from screaming, one tit still bare, nipple hard and begging to be sucked—fucking perfection.

Keeping my tongue inside her, I lick her inner walls and bring my thumb to where her lips meet at the top, coaxing her clit out from its hood, wanting all the nerve endings exposed. We’re both soaked, making it easy to rub her in tight, firm circles.

“Luka,” she moans. “I’m so close.” Her hands fist the hammock tight enough to turn her knuckles white and her chest heaves with her erratic breaths. “Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please don’t fucking stop.”

I want to tell her that I’m never going to stop, but that would require me to remove my mouth from her pussy, and that’s not about to fucking happen. I show her with my actions instead. One hand digs into her thigh, keeping her spread wide while my other fingers work her clit and my tongue fucks her slick, delicious cunt. I’m in heaven, and I never want it to end, but I can tell by the sounds she’s making and by how badly she’s shaking that she’s not going to last much longer.

With one last moan, I feel her pussy tense right before the wet release of her orgasm hits my greedy mouth. I growl against her messy cunt, lapping her up like a starving man while I keep working her clit, bringing her higher and higher until she has no choice but to scream my name to the night sky.

My perfect kisa coming undone is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and all I can think about is how badly I want to see her do it again and again and again. I keep my tongue inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around me as her body shudders and her thighs shake.

Following her lead, I gentle my fingers when she becomes too sensitive and shies away from my touch. I rim her clit in a featherlight touch that has her moaning my name again. I slide my tongue out, whispering “Mine” against her slick folds before licking and kissing her pussy clean.

“Can I touch you now?”

I smile up at her shaky whisper. “Yes, kisa, you can touch me.”

A second later her fingers are in my hair, threading through the dark strands, nails scraping along my scalp in a way that has every inch of my body buzzing with need.

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

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