Page 97 of Inside the Wicked

She is fuckingmadefor me.

It’s undeniable in the way her body moves with mine. How her mind aligns with mine. Her heart beats with mine.

She’s allmine.

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” I say, not slowing my pace.

I don’t know if she will when her face is pressed into the mattress, so beautifully pinched in focused pleasure.

“It feels ...” she says through short breaths. “Deeper than ever before.”

“Still not deep enough,” I growl. I pause, only to reach for her wrist and guide it back. “You never should have showed me your flexibility. I’ve thought of endless ways to test it. Legs together and arch your back a little more.”

She does so perfectly, and I guide her arms to fold them behind her knees. I have to pull out just to see her positioned and vulnerable to me, so exquisite.

“Such a good girl,” I say, and I reward her by kneeling in front of her soaking pussy and licking through her folds and over the curve of her ass.

Ana gives a louder moan as I explore that particular new territory. I do it again, lingering at her other hole.

“Oh my god,” she says, burying her face in the covers. “That seems so wrong, but ...”

“If it feels good, nothing can be wrong with you, little bird.”

I haven’t forgotten her willingness to let me try to fuck her there. She angles an unsure look back as if she thinks I might suggest it tonight.

“We don’t have what I’d need to prep you for that, don’t worry.” I drag my teeth across her flesh, and she squeals.

“I wasn’t worried,” she says, still perfectly in position as I stand again.

“Curious?”

“Maybe.”

“Did you enjoy my tongue there?”

“Yes.”

I lean over and kiss her shoulder. “Good. Nothing is wrong or off-limits to explore between you and me. You can tell me anything you desire.”

“Have you done it before ...?”

“Anal? No, actually. I don’t need nor expect it from you if you don’t want it. I just find myself going out my mind wanting to claim you in every way you’ll allow me to.”

Ana contemplates. “I want to try sometime.”

I fucking love that about her. Her inquisitiveness and the willingness to push out of her comfort zone in all things. It took her a while to know she could, and now it’s my damn life’s joy to watch her flourish.

“Ready to finish with me?”

She nods against the mattress, and I grip her hips to plunge back inside her. I prop a leg on the bed, so lost to her my existence shatters with bliss. Ana cries so sweetly, huggingherself backward to keep her pretty little ass high for me like a good. Fucking. Girl.

My release is right there, but I don’t think Ana will be able to finish with my cock inside her alone, and this position won’t allow her or me to reach her neglected clit.

It takes all my willpower to pull out, flip her onto her back, and thrust back in. Ana’s gasp of surprise is swallowed by a loud moan when I circle her clit with my thumb, giving it my full focus and tuning into the right motion, right pressure, until her pussy begins to tighten around me like a damn vise.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”

We come together, exploding in a tangled mess of ecstasy. I fuck her in deep strokes when she becomes so tight I can barely keep going. I fall over her, trying to reform everything that scattered from me.

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