Page 58 of Pretty Poison

“I’m ready,” I admit quietly. “But I don’t know what to do.”

“Let me show you.” I say nothing, nodding along to his words.

With his hands on my hips, he rocks me back and forth, gliding me over his cock as it lays on his stomach. The motion sends a foreign sensation through me, something that tells me to move faster.

Moving on their own accord with one mission in mind, my hips grind into him, pushing my pussy into his veiny cock.

He releases a deep, breathy moan, pushing me into him with a specific kind of force that sends goosebumps through me.

With a soft touch, I stroke his tip. It’s wet, already covered in pre-come begging to be tasted.

Moving closer, I remove my hand and let his cock run through my already slick slit, pushing against my clit.

“You’re killing me, little one,” he breathes, his chest heaving beneath me.

Pushing back, I sit on his thighs and run my hand down his length. It jumps, startling me, causing a deep rumble of laughter to erupt from his chest.

I look up at him, his eyes are already glaring at me.

“Can I—” His nod cuts me off and I lower my head, sizing up his length again.

Taking it in one hand, I use my other to move my hair over my opposite shoulder, giving me a clear view of his dick in my hand. I drag my tongue down his length, the taste of his pre-release lingering.

“Can you fit it in your mouth for me?” he questions, his voice gruff with need.

Without moving my head, my eyes flick up to him, startled by his question. “I don’t know.”

“Can you try for me, baby?”

I nod, swallowing the sharp pain in my throat. Opening my mouth, I guide his cock with my hand, allowing the saltiness to spread and my lips close around it.

His hands find their way back to my head, fisting my hair, and bobbing my head up and down with slow pressure.

As it reaches halfway into my mouth, I gag, another laugh erupting from him. “Take your time, Lia. I’m here to guide you to your breaking point.”

I hum my response. A few more breathy moans escape him before he yanks my head back. I try to move back to my previous position, but it’s useless; his hand is frozen in place, refusing me what I crave.

“As much as I love your lips wrapped around my cock,” he says quietly, “I need to take this slow. I can’t finish before you.”

Sitting up, he grabs my waist and places me beside him, near the head of the bed this time. His knee finds its way back between my thighs and spreads them.

“You’ve had a turn; now it’s mine.”

Twenty Five

DARIO

As her back arches, pushing her body into my kisses, I can already sense her need to release. I want to make this a night to remember with no interruptions; a night we both can find pleasure and solace in. I want to make up for the last time when I left her a bloody, broken mess in my bathroom.

As I reach her pussy, I place a gentle kiss on it before letting my tongue slip free to taste her. If it’s possible, it tastes better than before, almost as though being a married woman makes her taste like everything I could ever want.

She writhes beneath me, the movement spurring me on. Placing her legs over my shoulders, I yank her closer so all I can see is her sweet, perfect pussy in front of me.

I want to ravish her, slather every single drop of her sweet release onto my face. I want to relish in it before I fuck her, to kiss her and make her taste herself, to make her feel the way I do when I taste her on my tongue. I want her to run wild with desire, to have the same sensation coursing through her that I have whenever she’s within arm’s reach of me. I want her to want me as I do her.

“When I spoke my vows, I left out a few vital pieces of information that I thought only we should know,” I admit breathlessly, using my thumb to work her clit. She nods,encouraging me to continue. “I vow to make you come whenever you need it, never using your own hand, forcing you to come to me. I vow to make you feel pleasure like you’ve never felt before. I vow to force you to ride out your climax until you're limp, weak and breathing so heavily it feels as if you can’t suck in anymore oxygen. And last, I vow to keep you until my dying breath. May you never know another man’s touch. Dead or alive, you’ll always be mine.”

Growing impatient, she laces my hair through her fingers, forcing my head back between her thighs. A smile grows on my lips as her legs wrap around my neck, darkness clouding my vision as my lips collide with her slick warmth again.

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