Page 87 of Abyss

She drops her knees on the bed, laying back on the pillow behind her, and I pull her to the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of her, I run the tip of my finger over the flimsy damp fabric against her center. Pulling it to one side, I use my other hand to run another finger through her slit, gathering her juices.

Kavi whimpers, seizing her bottom lip between her teeth just as she grasps the linen on my bed between her fists.

“You like that, baby girl?” I croak.

She makes me feel barbaric, uncivilized and inhuman. I’ve never felt a hunger like this before, a yearning so fucking deep, it threatens to brand my soul. Yes, I want to own her, possess her in a way I’ve never done before, but more than that, I want to surrender and lose myself to her, too.

Hell yes, I want to call her mine, but that desire wanes in comparison to the need to be hers. Only hers.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, gasping

I tug on the flimsy fabric, pulling it taut until it’s practicallytearing before letting it go like a rubber band against her needy center. Kavi hisses, her hips jumping up at the contact, eyes alight with lust and anger, when I do it again. The fabric snaps roughly against her slit, but this time, she mewls.

I don’t have to touch her pussy to know it’s dripping for me.

“Hudson,” she pants.

Chuckling and knowing I don’t have much time to play with her the way I want to, I tug the fabric hard, ripping it in the center. Placing my hands on her thick thighs, I lay kisses over her center. My fingertips press into her skin as I alternate kissing and blowing over her dripping center.

Kavi thrashes under me, reaching for the back of my head, a throaty plea escaping through her gritted teeth. “Please, Hudson. I need you.”

Her fingers find purchase in my hair and I release another throaty chuckle at how demanding and needy she is for me. She pulls me to her, urging, begging, practically screaming.

And while I’m aware we’re limited on time, I have no intention of hurrying through this part.

I run the tip of my tongue up her slit, tasting her once more the way I did on my desk. My cock thickens at the memory of fucking her that day, the way I’m about to today. The woman is nothing I could have predicted, nor seen coming. She’s beautiful, no doubt, but where her beauty hooked me from day one, it’s her heart, her mind, and her sass that have me ensnared. And I don’t want to be let loose.

Kavi squirms under me, her hip chasing my mouth. “Yes. Yes, please,” she breathes. “Ooh.”

Pressing her legs down on the bed, I open her up like a flower, running my flattened tongue up her center again. Collecting her juices on my tongue, I taste every drop she gives me. She’s delicious, her scent heady and so uniquely her that I want to bathe in it.

Focusing on her clit, I pull and suck it into my mouth, slurping at her like a parched traveler at an oasis. I flick and roll it with my tongue, releasing a few grunts over her wet mound. I ravage her with my tongue before sinking the tip inside her entrance.

Kavi’s fingernails bite my scalp and her moan echoes inside the room. Her thighs shudder under my hands, begging to be released, and when I finally let them go, they seize my face. My entire head is clasped in her grasp, and even though I can barely breathe, I’ve never been this turned on. I’d die a happy man right here if I could, doing the thing I love the most—eating out my girl.

My hands clasps her outer thighs as I increase my speed, working her with my tongue to the sounds of her gasps and squeals. When I add my fingers inside her, pumping her with two digits as I continue to suckle her center, she’s lost, ready to surrender to her body’s bidding.

She lifts her hips, grinding her pussy against my fingers and tongue, using me to chase her pleasure, and I happily oblige.

Lick, moan. Suck, whimper. Lap, squeal. Thrust, gasp.

We repeat the process until her thighs are quivering around me; her screams an octave louder as she comes hard on my tongue. Fisting my hair between her fingers, she unravels and uncoils, sending waves of pride and satisfaction rolling through me.

And before she’s even done taking her next breath, I’ve unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and boxers.

Her hooded eyes roam over my tattooed chest peeking out from my unbuttoned shirt. “God, are you carved from stone, Hudson Case? You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”

I’ve never vied for compliments, but it takes my ego to unparalleled heights that she likes what she sees. I drop tohover above her, one hand next to her head and the other stroking my cock. I slide my tip through her slit, making her squirm. “You know what saying things like that will make me do to you, don’t you?”

She shakes her head, reaching up to meet my lips, tugging my bottom lip in between her teeth. “Tell me.”

“No, I’ll show you.”

Lining myself up at her entrance, I thrust inside her in one go. Our groans collide between us, our eyes rolling to the back as I feel her stretch around me as she takes me fully into her body. The feeling is almost too much and not enough at the same time.

I find her mouth again, kissing her as I pull out and push back in, going so deep, I’m not sure I’ll find my way back out. She widens her knees and I drive into her again, my biceps quivering from holding my weight. My jaw tightens as I piston into her, and I take as much as I give, fucking her with abandon.

Kavi moans against my mouth, feeling my balls slap the bottom of her pussy. “So fucking good.”

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