Page 59 of Pretty Poison

“Stop. Talking,” she breathes, tightening her grip on my hair. “You wanted to trade places, so do it, Rio. Eat me like you haven’t eaten in days. Devour me in ways neither of us has ever experienced. Consume me like every last drop of me is your last meal. Do it,I dare you.” Her challenge spurs me on further and I follow her demands to the letter.

She doesn’t last long before she crumbles, squirming beneath my grip on her thighs, forcing me to hold her in place. “Not yet, Lia, ride it out for me. This time, I’m going to make you come, and when I do, I want you to feel like you’ll die if you don’t. Don’t give into the temptation of coming until I say so.”

“Y-yes,” she breathes, bringing another smile to my face.

With my tongue focusing on her clit, I slip a single digit inside her and she clenches around it. She’s begging for more, whether she realises it or not. Her mind might not be ready, but her body definitely is. The way it reacts makes my throbbing cock beg to be inside her.

Settling myself onto my knees, I pull her closer to me, lining myself up with her entrance. “It’ll only hurt for a second,remember?” I say huskily, while stroking myself to hide my eagerness.

She props herself onto her elbows, watching my hand. “I-I’ll be fine,” she reassures, her squeaky voice contradicting her words.

I guide my length up and down through her slickness; my need to feel her growing stronger.

Without warning, I ease myself into her and she gasps, falling back to the mattress. I slowly retract before entering her again, a small “Fuck,” escapes her lips through a single breath.

My hand finds hers as it stays near her head and as I lean closer to place a soft kiss on it, her hips buck at my sudden movement, forcing half of my length into her.

“Shit,” she whispers, taking control and grinding into me. I move back, watching as her body takes the lead.

“M-more.” She groans her demand, not an ounce of hesitation in her words besides her stutter.

Granting her wish, I lean back on my palms and push further into her, her walls clenching around me as she swallows every inch of me.

She shakes her head, reaching for my thighs to pull me closer.

“You take me so well, little one. Just a little more and you’ll have all of me.”

“Do it,” she pleads, her chest heaving.

“I need you to calm down a little.”

“Please, Rio, I need… I need more. I need all of you.”

“So push into it, Lia. Stop when you can’t take anymore.” She scoots closer and I watch as her pussy swallows another twoinches before hesitating for a moment to allow her body to adjust.

When she thrusts again, she mindlessly grinds into me, this time at a quicker pace and I watch as her breathing evens out, getting used to the sensation of my length and girth.

After a few seconds, I pull out of her and she moans in desperation.

“Come here, Lia.” I lay back, reaching my arms out to her. She pulls herself up, grabs my hands and comes closer, climbing onto my lap to recreate our previous position. “I want you to take as much as you can. Ride me until you feel full and in return, I’ll fill you.”

Without hesitation, she guides my cock to her entrance and hovers over me before sliding down, taking more than she did before. The way she reacts sends my entire body into a spiral and I thrust into her as she stays still, slapping her hands against my chest. My pace is slow and my force gentle, but the sounds that escape her drive me wild, almost like it’s too much but she takes it so fucking well.

She whispers profanities between weak gasps of breath, her hands still slapping my chest in a sort of rhythm that she’s recreating.

I need to release, but I want it to be mutual. I want her to come first so I can watch her face and how her body reacts to me before I show her every single thing she makes me feel.

Outside of the bedroom, it’s no secret that we clash and butt heads, but inside, when there’s no one around but us, it’s easy to get lost. When it’s just us, it’s easy to become the person she’s gradually shaping me into.

I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t the perfect woman. Her beautiful smooth skin, honey-brown eyes that hold so much hope and happiness, her soft blonde locks… It’s not at all what I envisioned for myself, but she’s all-around perfect and she’s here to stay.

“Can I…” she pauses to take a deep breath. “Can I finish, Dario?” Her question is so real, so raw, and it ignites something within me.

“Come for me, little one,” I whisper, bringing her head down to me to place a passionate kiss on her alluringly soft lips.

I wanted to make her beg, to make her drag it out a little while longer, but I couldn’t. I need it as much as she does.

As our kiss breaks, her head pulls back and a quiet whimper slips free. I feel her release as it wraps around my cock, allowing me to follow suit. A deep grunt escapes me and I thrust in harder, ensuring not a single drop is wasted.

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