Motherfucker.
Another surge of pre-ejaculate powers up my cock. I feel it soak my briefs, and I struggle to catch my breath. My vision burns blood red as I dive in for another mindless kiss. She takes it. All of it, her whole body a live wire, twisting and uncoiling beneath me.
Sensations flay me. Her skin. Her smell. The wild flutter of her pulse. Time ceases to register, our only anchor to reality the beating of dark hearts.
As I gorge, another thought takes hold. I warned her to stay away. She didn’t listen. Now I hold all the power here.
So I decide that perhaps dying can wait a little while longer. I’ve tasted hell alone for a decade. It’s time to taste it with her.
I break the kiss and lift my head.
Her mouth is swollen, ruby red, tinged with the savagery of our kiss and my blood. From head to toe, she’s racked with tremors, caught within the brutal grip of unexpended lust.
My gaze drops, lingering over the plump, inviting thrusts of her breasts, then lower to her hollowed stomach to stop at the neatly trimmed hair covering her sex.
Her unbelievable scent fills my head with every breath I take. Even with her legs tightly squeezed together.
“Open,” I command, the sinister power of my arousal bleeding through my voice.
The stubborn look on her face tells me she doesn’t want to, but the subtle twisting of her body implies otherwise.
The latter wins out. Her legs fall open. Her potent scent is like a hallucinogenic, robbing me of thought for innumerable seconds. Like the mind-altering drugs I once sought oblivion in, her essence pulls at me with unstoppable magnetism.
I pull her bound hands down onto her chest and slide lower on the floor.
“Wider,” I snarl.
Her knees bend upward, and I’m rewarded with the sight of her soaked, glistening pussy. I bend my head and inhale. My taste buds leap with excitement. My tongue thickens, and saliva floods my mouth.
Need stabs at me with agonizing brutality. It would be so fucking easy to taste her, to slide that pretty pink piece of false heaven into my mouth.
But that isn’t the aim here.
So I glide my fingers between her thighs, taking care to avoid, for now, the hood and hole that beckon me with a siren’s temptation. Her heat wraps around my fingers, her drenched labia hugging my digits.
A ragged moan tears from her throat, directing my gaze to her face. Her cheeks and neck are flushed, her head thrown back, eyes clamped shut. The tightness of her jaw tells me she’s fighting the sensation with every atom of her being.
Such a pity.
If only she knew that, from here on out, victory will be mine and mine alone. I increase the pressure on her sex, which in turn juts out her clit. The swollen nub pulses, screaming for attention. Another whimper escapes her throat. Her mouth opens and forms silent words.
“Got something to say, baby?”
Her eyes pop open, and she hastily shakes her head. I massage some more until her clitoris turns as ruby red as her lips and her thighs tremble uncontrollably.
Only then do I allow my middle finger free rein. I tap her once. Twice. Her hips twitch clean off the floor. I press against her. Dark satisfaction oozes through me as the engorged flesh greets my fingers. “There it is. There’s that saucy, pretty little liar. How she weeps for me,” I croon wickedly.
Her eyelids flutter. “Oh…God.” Her voice is a hushed, fervent whisper as if she doesn’t want to admit to the ecstasy rolling through her.
I tease and torment. Her hips pump, chasing my finger when I withdraw. My gaze stays on her face. I can’t look away even if I want to. So I absorb every drop of pleasure and shame she reveals.
The pressure in my cock has passed the point of agony. I’m one shiver from exploding. But then, so is she.
I wait. Watch. Her full-body flush tells me what I need to know.
I withdraw my hand, and with every last ounce of self-control, I lurch to my feet.
Her shock is undisguised. Hard on the heels of that is a thick, hate-filled sob that jerks through her. As if the sound fills her with further loathing, she balls a fist into her mouth and rolls to her side.