Page 41 of Pretty Poison

I hum my response, letting his tongue find its way back to its previous spot, this time becoming more ferocious in its movements. It’s as if he’s trying to devour me whole, afraid of losing the taste of me.

With his arms beneath my legs, his hands grip my thighs and yank me closer to him. His tongue delves deeper as his thumb finds its way to my clit, rubbing in a circular motion. That move alone is enough to send me into a downward spiral, and I begin to unravel at his touch.

I inch closer to my climax, squirming beneath him.

“Baby, you have to stay still for me, okay? I don’t want to waste a single drop of you.”

“I–I can’t,” I stammer, fumbling over my words.

“Do I need to tie you down so I can eat?” he questions, hovering over me again. The look in his eyes alone is enough for me to know he’s being serious.

The thought of being tied up and helpless sends a thrill through me, but my nerves override that feeling.

I shake my head and swallow.

“Then be a good girl and lie still for me.” I nod in response.

Testing the waters, he slips a single digit into my pussy, my breaths become jagged. “If it hurts, I’ll stop, but you have to use your words, little one. I’m not a mind reader.”

I lift myself onto my elbows and nod, watching as he slowly moves his finger deeper, stopping half way before retracting it and repeating the cycle.

He fucks me with one finger and circles my clit with his thumb. As he returns his tongue to its previous position, waves of pleasure overtake me and I collapse back onto the bed. The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. When he removes his finger, I’m left feeling empty, and my body begs for more. But once it’s back, an all-consuming euphoria overwhelms me.

My body tenses, preparing for release and he senses it too as he ravages me further. His tongue flicks through my slickness, his moans spreading through to my stomach like untamed butterflies.

“Are you ready to come for me, Lia?” I pant, moaning my response. “Words, little one, use them. Now.”

“Yes, Dario. I’m ready.”

“I want you to hold it. I need you to ride it out a little longer for me.”

“I–I can’t. I need to—”

“I said hold it, Liana. Don’t make me repeat myself,” he says, his voice deep and demanding.

I groan out as I writhe beneath him, forcing back my release. It’s an uncomfortable, tingling sensation, but it feelssogood.I’m completely falling apart at his touch and he’s loving every. Single. Fucking. Second of it.

Removing himself from me, he stands. I whine as I prop myself onto my elbows again, watching as the towel falls and he begins stroking himself.

“Do you trust me?” he asks softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“As much as you trust me,” I counter with a whisper.

He smiles. “It doesn’t hurt as much as you think it will,” he reassures me. “I’ll go slow.”

I nod, swirling my tongue around, trying to get some saliva back into my dry mouth.

“Move further up for me.” I do as he asks, eagerly pushing myself towards the head of the bed. “I need you to tell me if it hurts,” he adds, climbing on top of me.

Spreading my legs, he wraps them around his waist and readies his cock near my pussy. He teases me, swiping it in my slickness and pushing carefully into my entrance. A painful bliss rushes through me, my head turning foggy. As my hips move, it pushes him deeper. Another new sensation spreads through me—painful pleasure.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Careful, baby, don’t move too much. I don’t want to hurt you.” His words are gentle and careful, his intentions clearer than they’ve ever been. It’s almost as if I can actually see his thought process as the cogs turn in his head.

He thrusts his hips, only pushing a quarter of his length into me, afraid to push the boundaries of our encounter. The pressure it brings is only a little uncomfortable, but as he continues his movements, it becomes easier to bear.

A hard knock sounds at the door, startling both of us, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. “Stay still, Liana, you look beautiful where you are. I’ll be right back.”

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