Page 47 of Cruel Pleasures
She’d fall backward into the wall of hedges if not for me. My hands tighten as I keep her from tipping over, squeezing her soft flesh, forcing her to peer up at me. Even in the dark, her eyes are wide and shiny, almost bewitching.
The heat inflamed inside me, once driven by irritation, burns into lust. Thoughts about my original intentions for tonight return. All the things I had planned in the playroom; all the ways I wanted to have her.
We’re standing so close, I can feel every breath she draws. Her round breasts as they graze against my abdomen. I bend closer ’til so little space separates us, it feels like I’m about to consume her.
She feels it too. The way her body quakes and her head tilts back reveal she’s thrown by my presence. Her pouty mouth opens as if to speak, then her mind seems to go blank. The high’s still driving her. Still making her foggy-brained.
I cup her face and tease her lips with mine. So fucking tempted to do so much more.
“Minx, are you misbehaving?” I ask almost sweetly. My growl gone, the dark pulse of lust has only amplified. “Do you know what happens to naughty little minxes that go wandering? Do you want to find out?”
She nips forward like the minx I’ve affectionately dubbed her. “I wanted to see the moon,” she whispers. “Show me.”
“I’ll do one better. I’ll make you feel it.”
“Oh,” she sighs as I drop a kiss at the corner of her mouth then descend to her jaw. My arm’s clenched tighter around her waist, and I’ve easily pulled her off her bare feet. Her hands come to grip me by my shoulders as I lift her up and kiss her throat like a madman.
Once I have a taste of her skin, I can’t stop. I can’t do anything but continue.
Imani squirms in my arms, doing her best to bear the onslaught of affection. Her legs have found a notch at my waist as I press her against the hedge wall and suck at the base of her throat. The heat that’s burned through me has now exploded.
It’s become a volcanic fucking eruption that makes me growl and shove up the hem of her dress. I squeeze and grip her thighs and shove aside the tiny delicate patch of her panties. But she’s not too out of it to help me unbuckle my belt.
She gasps as I thrust into her. The second, harsher breath that husks out is my own. I’m as immediately overwhelmed as she is. Just like that, we’re swimming in each other, connected in the most hedonistic and primordial way.
My hands brace against the hedge wall. I take a second to adjust to the sensations blasting through me. The heat from my arousal and the silky, slick feel of Imani’s pussy encasing me. It’s almost too much to bear. The beginnings of my orgasm already start up.
First as a surge of adrenaline in my veins. Then as pressure in my balls.
I kiss her hard on the mouth in distraction. Then I’m moving. I’m pumping into her. We’re losing ourselves in hot kisses and deep strokes.
It’s quickly apparent what I said was true—we’d see the moon tonight.
Evident by how Imani shudders and moans. She tosses back her head and gazes up at the plum canvas above us.
There’s a vacancy in how she gyrates along with me, like she’s so wrapped up in her high, in the pleasure I’m giving her, that she’s somewhere else entirely.
I might as well be too. The spice makes it all feel so vivid. Beyond intense.
Imani’s pussy walls slide over my length and then contract around me. Pleasure shoots through every nerve ending in my cock and makes me work my hips harder, chasing more of the sensation. More of the tingling pleasure that only seems to build.
I fuck Imani ’til we’re rutting away without a single thought between us.
Just the ending we seek.
The orgasms we’re inching toward.
She clings to me and rides along with every hard, bouncing thrust. Her fingers slide through my hair. Her nails scrape against my scalp. She pulls me into another kiss that spurs a rumble from deep inside my chest.
She’s a minx in more ways than I ever imagined, flicking her tongue against mine and squeezing her pussy.
We come in a storm of grunts, shudders, sloppy kisses and final thrusts. My surroundings fade away. Pleasure becomes everything I know as my orgasm slams into me and I spill inside her.
For this moment, we’re alone in our pleasure. Except for the shining moon and dark shadows that watch us.
What feels like minutes pass before I’m able to regain my senses. I stand up straighter to tuck myself in and fix my belt. Imani leans against the hedge wall on shaky legs, her dress still slung around her waist. I make a point to pull it back down her hips, grabbing her by the hand.
“Come, minx,” I drawl. “You’re too out of it. You’ve had enough for tonight.”
