Page 52 of After Our Kiss

- Chapter Eighteen -

Conway

There was a list of things that my father had messaged me before I'd kidnapped Georgia. So I'd known, for some time, all the ways I was supposed to wreck her. I also knew my father meant for me to hate it all.

And on some level, I had.

But on another lower, baser level... I loved it.

I'd warned her before. I'm a fucking demon; and not just because I was destined to splinter her mind. If I was a good person, I wouldn't love the hint of fear in her face when I tested her limits. I wouldn't think of it as an aphrodisiac.

I'm not my father.

I'm much worse.

Setting up the camera, then the tablet at one end of the bed, I waved at her. “Get on your knees on the mattress.” She climbed up, obeying me with a quiet curiosity. Her hands gripped her shirt. She had it over her belly before I said, “What are you doing?”

“Getting undressed. I thought you'd want that.”

“I do.” My smirk curved like a scimitar. “I'm just surprised you went ahead with it on your own.”

Biting the edge of her lip, she finished pulling her shirt over her head. Her perfect breasts were full, nipples the color of roses at dusk. A hot spike of passion danced into my belly. Her pants came off next, and with them went her underwear. The look she shot me was dastardly.She's trying to get a rise out of me.

Chuckling in the back of my throat, I twirled a finger. “Face the tablet, face down, ass up.”

My blunt instruction made her mouth drop open. Her feet crossed demurely over each other, that delicious ass of hers exposed. But nothing could distract me from the sight of her pretty little cunt.

Every plan I had vanished.

“Ah!” she gasped when I crouched behind her. Holding her still, I peeled her pussy wide and licked her from bottom to top. The sight of her bending over for me so eagerly, so willingly, had fogged my brain into mush.

I was a wild beast. I needed to taste her salty-sweetness. I longed to roll my tongue on her firm clit until she screamed my name. Messy, desperate, I lapped at her cunt and her asshole because a good man never ignores any part of his woman. My teeth grazed her skin lightly. “Fucking hell, I could eat you out for days, Georgia. You taste so damn good.”

The springs squeaked. She'd bit the material, muffling her sounds.

“No,” I purred, sitting up, cupping her jaw. “Don't you dare try and stay quiet. The music you make belongs to me, understand?”

Her periwinkle-blue eyes went a shade darker. Her voice was thick with arousal. “Yes, I understand.”

Shivering, I ran my knuckle down her cheek. My thumb perched on her bottom lip, sliding over her teeth. “Suck it.”

Locking her stare on mine, she wrapped her lips around my thumb and suckled like it was my cock. Her pink lips were glossy, plush. I wanted to kiss them. I was eager to feel them sliding on my shaft and balls.

Groaning, I clenched my teeth and laughed. “You're too damn good.” I shook myself, regaining my composure. Reaching into the bag on the floor, I withdrew a small bottle. A long string of clear lube extended between it and her naked asshole. She jumped—I chuckled. “This will help,” I assured her. “I'm going to fuck this ass raw. But I don't want to split you in two. This is about pleasure, not pain.”

“It won't hurt?” she asked, looking up at me imploringly.

“Not after I warm you up.” With my fingertips, I rubbed the slippery lubricant over her sensitive skin. Georgia bucked, inhaling sharply. “I'll get you used to being stretched out before my cock even touches you.”

I reached over and turned on the tablet. The sound of Georgia panting obscenely erupted from the speakers. “Please,” she moaned in the video. I'd uploaded one of the tapes of her onto the device.

She froze on the mattress, staring at herself on the screen. “What's this?”

“A reminder of what you're capable of.”

Her eyes narrowed dubiously. Then, like she was telling herself something that gave her courage, she nodded. Her breasts plumped up like pillows on her folded arms. The need that was burning in her eyes was reflected in my own.

I couldn't handle how stiff my cock was getting. Quickly, I unzipped my pants. Georgia watched in fascination as my length arched into the air. Pumping myself, I groaned. “Let's keep going. I want to see what your ass can take.”

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