Page 51 of Deadly Sights

“Wait… You’ve touched and tasted me to your heart’s content, let me do the same.”

Poised above his dick, my pussy weeping to be filled again, I calm the passion raging inside me to give into his needs. I sit on his thighs, his dick standing upright and rubbing against my clit. Unable to deny the delectable shocks from the contact, I wind my hips to give my clit the stimulation my body needs. “Okay,” I moan. “What part of me do you want to taste?”

“Your breasts.” He licks his lips. “I want you to feed me your breasts.”

I pull him into sitting upright and place one of his hands on my right breast. He immediately rubs his thumb in circles around my areola. While he toys with my breast, I rise and impale myself on his dick. “You want to suck on my titties?”

I slowly drag my pussy along his dick, torturing myself alongside him, and delighting in the sparks that burst along my nerve endings.

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down until he foregoes speech to nod.

What else can I do but fulfill his request? I raise my breast and brush my nipple against his lip. When he opens, I push the nub into his hot mouth and close my eyes as sensations overwhelm me. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud and a burst of stars momentarily blinds me.

With his hardness inside my pussy and Julian doing his best to suckle me into a screaming orgasm, I double my efforts to make him come, clenching my pussy and twisting his nipple. Sweat pours down our bodies and our pheromones fill the air as we race toward an epic explosion. My trembling thighs make a mockery of my initial determination to hold out and delay my gratification.

With one last thrust, I plummet over the edge, buffeted by waves of unending pleasure, blinded by sensations. When I come to, I’m on my side, clutched to Julian’s chest with his face buried in my neck. We’re still connected, but he’s no longer hard inside me.

“And that’s three,” I mumble and start to pull away.

Julian tightens his arms, pulling me closer. “Not yet. Let’s stay this way awhile.”

My core pulses at the thought of keeping him inside me, of sleeping like this, although he’s more likely to slip out during the night. While connected, I comb my fingers through his hair and softly whisper words of praise and gratitude to him until he loosens his hold. When he lifts his face, I cup his cheek and kiss his lips.

“You keep treating me this way, and I might have to keep you for good.” My eyes widen as he hardens inside me again.

“Please, don’t dangle my dream in front of me.” He rolls me onto my back and pushes inside me. “Tell me you’re going tokeep me or don’t say a word. Or else I’ll have to act out.” He punctuates his point with another thrust.

This time, I lose count of how many times he comes because he pushes me over the edge time and time again. After my voice disappears, lost from the many ways he makes me scream, he continues, punishing my pussy with his energizer dick. If he didn’t feel so good inside me, I would protest his way of acting out.

Julian twists and bends my body, stretching my limits as he fucks me over and over until I black out. When I come to, I’m in his arms, my back to his chest, with his dick carving a home inside my pussy.

The clock reads 9 AM. At least I’ve given him the reward he wanted last night.

But what about the other?

Within the security of his arms, I wonder, what’s stopping me from completely claiming him?

CHAPTER 22

ON THE BRINK

Julian

As I watch Nadira walk out of my suite, I hold back the words that would delay her departure. We’ll see each other soon since she’s on leave from work and we’re going to dig into her past. I could also watch her on the cameras I installed in her suite to ensure her safety, but doing so won’t satisfy my need. I’m in a bad way. Have been since last night when she dangled the possibility that she might not claim me.

The urge to assert myself again until she gives me what I want is a fight I have to win. My status in her life must be freely given or her claim will be tarnished. And I refuse to diminish the value I’ve always placed on being hers because of my impulsiveness.

My fingers itch with the need to tidy the room. In my current state, I won’t stop at making the bed and piling the dishes from last night’s dinner into a neat stack. Instead, I call Alastair.

“Honestly, must you call when I’m preparing to restock? We’re running low on your inventory of inconspicuous methods to transport bodies. Excluding the body bags, you have one audio travel case. Everything else requires a cover story to explain the furniture and rolled carpets. Then there’s the ammunition, rifles, projectiles…” Alastair lists an inventory of items I haven’t requested.

“Thank you for the rundown,” I interject when he takes a second too long to add to the items he’s already told me about.

His mini-diatribe works to distract my mind, and the tingling in my fingers dissipates.

“I’m calling because I need you to meet me at the hotel. I’m taking Nadira to the orphanage, but don’t want to haul the things we’ve accumulated during our stay. And Leaper needs a ride home.”

Alastair’s silence makes me tense as I await his response.

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