Page 6 of Wicked S.O.B.

My grunt is neither consent nor refusal. I release one thigh and slide my middle finger into her cunt. Her spasms suck me in, the greedy walls fueling her impending orgasm.

The orgasm I haven’t given her permission for. I withdraw my finger. She doesn’t chase it but I read the vicious need in her face.

“Beg.”

“Please.” The word shakes through her whole body.

“Say it, Elyse.”

“Y-your body. Your pussy. Your permission. May I come?” A film of tears brightens her eyes. That’s the effort she’s exerting to stop herself. To please me. I know I don’t deserve any of it. But fuck me, I lap it up.

“Yes,” I reply.

I slide my finger inside her as I suck her clit into my mouth. Her shaking turns into full-body trembling as her orgasm rips through her body. Her slick muscles grip my finger in a series of convulsions, and then a glorious rush floods my fingers and mouth. The scent of her release, the taste of what is mine, the blast of power to my groin is almost too much to bear. I drown in it all. Then I stagger my way up her body.

She stares at me with drugged eyes, her body still caught in her bliss. But her thighs are spreading wider, her hands trailing down my body and around my waist to grip my ass.

My cock finds her entrance without any guidance from my hand. At the touch of her wetness against my sensitive head, I’m done for.

“Elyse,” I croak her name just to attempt to ground myself.

“Yes.”

I thrust inside her, feel her snug resistance along every inch of my dick, and groan at the spine-melting pleasure that spreads through me.

“Motherfucker.” I hold myself still and breathe through the need to blow my load right then and there. She’s rippling around me, absorbing me deeper into her body. “Jesus.”

“Quinn. Fuck me,” she begs.

“You think I can stop?” I pull back and plunge deeper.

“Ah!” Her nails dig into my ass as renewed pleasure rips her apart.

“You know how addicted I am to you,” I accuse.

Her gaze hooks into mine. Each thrust hitches a breath out of her. Her breasts join in the rhythm. I can’t look away. I don’t want to.

Her legs lift, brushing against my forearms braced on either side of her shoulders. The message is tentative. She’s unsure of my mood, but she wants what she wants. My arms under her knees. My cock deeper inside her.

Since that’s what I want, too, I don’t waste time in repositioning myself. Her ass lifts off the sofa and I slam into her. Her scream flies through the apartment.

“Is this what you want?”

“I…I’ll take you any way I can get you.” Simple words. And yet they shatter me into further useless pieces. I fuck her until we’re both drenched in sweat. Until she wears grooves into my ass and back. Until her nipples are bloodred from being sucked on.

The pink flush cascades over her body, a sure sign she’s about to come again.

“Quinn…”

I drag my gaze from her breasts to her face. Elyse at pre-orgasm stage is one of the most beautiful sights in the whole fucking world. Sure, her postclimax look is great too. But right here and now, I hold her in the palm of my hand, mine to command as I please.

“Quinn,” she presses raggedly. “Let me…tell me…” She flushes pinker, her whole body vibrating with the need to explode.

But I don’t let her just yet. We’re not done.

My gaze drops to the mouth I want to kiss more than I want to breathe. But before I give myself permission to taste, there’s something I need to do. Something that even my conscienceless mind won’t let me get away with.

I lower my head until my mouth, still damp with her first come, hovers over hers. “I’m sorry, baby.”

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