Page 75 of Souls and Sorrows

Must be from where her ring sliced me open. I didn’t realize she’d broken skin, but I suppose I also didn’t care.

She could sever the beating heart from my warm body, and I wouldn’t stop her right now.

Shifting, I roll my hips into hers, pushing her thighs apart so I can feel the imprint of her sweet pussy through the layers of fabric between us. When she gasps at the increased friction, I recapture her mouth, driving my tongue inside.

My hands snake up her sides, reaching for the pajama top she has on and yanking it down over her tits. They’re flushed in the streetlights, and I imagine that if I reached for the interior lights of the limo, I’d find her painted a bright pink.

I bet the color is everywhere.

Rocking into me, she chases the pressure, and I slide my hands to cradle the back of her head, angling her so I can dive deeper, taste more thoroughly. When this is all over, I want no parts of her left undiscovered.

She breaks away, and I dip my head to her neck, kissing and sucking my way along the column.

“I thought you were angry with me,” she whispers, tilting to give me more access.

“Never,” I mutter against her skin, inhaling her floral, citrus scent. Ghosting over her collarbone, I press my teeth into the hollow at the base of her throat, then move to cover one breast with my mouth.

“Why were you so upset with them?”

“Because you’re my wife and no one is allowed to hurt you.”

“Except you?”

Her back arches as my lips circle around her nipple, pulling the taut flesh between them. As I consider her question, my tongue laves over the hardened peak, and I keep my eyes on her face as I flick back and forth, gauging her reactions and memorizing what motions steal her breath away.

“Yes,” I decide, blowing a puff of cool air over the puckered peak, watching it stiffen even more. “Because there are no lengths I wouldn’t go to in order to earn your forgiveness.”

Seeming to accept that answer or maybe incapable of fully processing it, she thrashes her head back and forth. “Ronnie’s right outside,” she breathes, alarm making her go stiff as I slide my hand across her stomach.

“Actually, he’s probably in the front,” I say, lapping my way to her other breast, reveling in the feel of her soft skin against the roughness of my chin. “But the partition is up, and it’s soundproof.”

“Oh.”

Ariana yelps when my teeth nip at her, and I give her a lopsided grin, feeling slightly delirious as I explore her.

“If I didn’t know better,” I say, continuing my descent until my tongue skates around her belly button and then over the exposed skin above the waist of her sleep shorts, “I’d say you’re disappointed.”

She doesn’t respond, but her breathing grows shallow when I hook my fingers into the elastic, tugging slowly.

“Don’t know why I’m surprised,” I murmur, leaving the black lace panties as I free her from the shorts. “You are a performer through and through, aren’t you, Little Nightmare?”

“I don’t wanthimwatching.” Her hands fall to the floor, nails digging in as my tongue sweeps out, licking her through the lace. “But I like when you do.”

“I know you do, sweet girl. And I could watch you rub your hot pussy against my mouth for the rest of my life and never get enough.”

My palms glide up the outsides of her thighs, and she lets them fall open. Pressing my mouth against her, I run my tongue along her seam, pausing at the top to suck on her clit over the material.

A small whimper falls from her lips, and I move one hand in, two fingers following the path my tongue makes. My thumb rubs in harsh strokes, repeating the motions I’ve seen her do for me before, and then I’m pushing the lace aside and burying my face in her pussy.

“Oh God,” she moans, bucking her hips, chasing my tongue as it spears into her. “Keep going.”

Eyes on her face, I massage in and out of her, relishing in the musky tang of her sensitive, swollen flesh. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before, addictive and primal, and I realize this must be what heaven is made of. Bursts of wild, intoxicating flavor that I want to sink into and never find my way out of.

Arousal blazes down my spine, pooling in my balls, and I grind my teeth together to try and stave off my own release. It pounds through me like a raging rapid, desperate to unleash itself on the woman who’s been driving me fucking crazy the last several weeks.

Pressing down on her lower stomach, I use my free hand to push two fingers inside of her, curling up with short, quick flicks of my wrist, the same way she did that day outside the city when she was guiding me. My mouth finds her clit again, and I time the lashings of my tongue so they match the rhythm of my fingers.

“Goddamnit,” I grit out between ministrations, my dick throbbing so hard that I can barely think straight. “You’re incredible, Little Nightmare. So warm and wet, sucking me right in. Bet you wish you could have my cock right now, huh?”

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