Page 98 of Once A Villain

She tries to speak again, but I clamp my hand over her mouth, silencing her.

Her body grinds against me, her pussy dripping onto my fingers. I yank her shorts down, exposing her tight ass and pussy.

I push the head of my cock between her legs, sliding against her wetness. The sight of my mark drives me fucking insane. I press her head against the counter, keeping my palm firmly over her mouth.

“Be a good girl,” I command, easing the tip of my cock into her. Her eyes widen with the stretch, but she pushes back, taking me deeper. “Fuck,” I groan, dazed by the tight grip of her walls. “So fucking tight,” I grunt, pulling out and slamming back into her, her ass smacking against my hips with every thrust. I yank her upright, her back pressed against my chest, her hands digging into the counter.

Each thrust makes her body quake, the slap of our skin filling the room. She’s moaning and gasping, her head tossed back. The sight of her like this is intoxicating. Her eyes are closed, her face twisted in pleasure.

She screams my name—music to my fucking ears. Her body shudders, her legs quivering as she nears the edge. I grab her wrists, pinning them to her lower back, pulling them away from my hair. Shoving her over the counter, her tits pressing into the cool tile. I hit that spot, the one that makes her lose her mind, and pushes her over the edge.

“Axe!” Her voice cracks as the orgasm hits, her body convulsing, her walls clamping down on my cock.

She trembles and shudders, the sheer force of her pleasure driving me to the brink.

I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep. My groan rumbles through the room as I unload, every muscle in my body straining. Her legs buckle, and I keep her pinned against the counter, her body shaking, her knees giving out. The feel of her pussy milking me is fucking bliss.

I press my chest against her back, the last of my cum spilling inside her. She’s a ragdoll, her legs too weak to hold her up, her body limp under my weight. Her breath comes in ragged gasps.

It should be enough, but I’m not done. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, and fuck, this girl has me hooked. I need her taste, her scent clinging to me.

I pull out, our cum dripping down her legs. Gripping her waist, I yank her into her room and toss her onto the bed. Before she can react, I’m on her, my tongue tracing the mess we’ve made on her inner thigh.

She gasps, her eyes flying open as I savor the taste of our cum. I sweep my tongue over her pussy, cleaning every drop.

“Stop,” she cries, squirming, but I pin her down.

“You fucking love it.” I thrust my tongue inside her.

Her juices coat my mouth, and I lap them up as she bucks her hips against my face, her breathing ragged and shallow.

“Axe,” she moans, her fingers twisting the sheets.

“Keep screaming my name, little siren,” I rasp, my tongue dragging over her pussy. She’ll get off, but this isn’t about her pleasure—it’s for me. To imprint her scent, her taste, before I’m gone.

I need this. I need everything I can take.

Her legs clamp around my head, her body grinding against my mouth. “Please,” she begs, her voice cracking.

I’ve never wanted to eat a pussy more than hers. It’s fucking addicting. My hands grip her thighs, holding her firm as my tongue plunges deeper, scooping up every drop.

“Stop,” she gasps, her legs quaking.

“No,” I grunt, sucking harder on her swollen clit. “You taste too damn good.”

“I’m too sensitive,” she pleads.

“I know, little siren, but I need one last taste.” I clamp down on her clit, pulling it into my mouth. Her body jerks, her hips rising off the bed.

“Stop, stop,” she chants, but her protests dissolve into ragged cries of pleasure. I drive my tongue deeper, extracting every last bit of her orgasm. Her fingers claw at my hair, yanking hard, her back arching, her body helpless beneath me.

She’s fucking exquisite—head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. Her cum and mine mix together, but it’s not enough. I need one more flavor.

As her climax hits its peak, I sink my teeth into her inner thigh. Her scream slices through the room, sharp and violent. I hold her in place, sucking on her flesh, drawing the blood to the surface.

“Stop,” she gasps, but I suck harder on the bite mark, blending her blood with our cum, and she releases a soft cry.

Now it’s fucking perfect. My tongue traces the mark, savoring the blend of all her flavors. I lick and suck until she’s sobbing and moaning, her fingers tangled in my hair.

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