Page 38 of Taken to the Deadlands

She covered my mouth with hers. Something she hadn’t done since the first night.

Her tongue explored my mouth. Her kiss was harsh, like all she wanted to do was dominate me. She was trying to keep true to her words. She nevereverwanted me to forget what happened here.

When she pulled away, I was breathless. Spit connected our mouths, the sight of it causing me to clench around her fingers.

“I need to taste,” she said in a voice akin to a whine.

“Please.”

My brain told me I shouldn’t let her. That I should push her away. But instead, I was quiet as she turned me onto my stomach and pulled my hips into the air.

Her breath fanned across my cunt and caused my hands to fist the sheets underneath us.

“You smell divine,” she groaned.

The first brush of her tongue was light. A test for herself as she paused behind me. I waited for her to tell me she couldn’t do this, but then her tongue trailed from my clit to my ass.

I cried out, pushing my hips back to get more of that delightful tongue.

“Fuck,” I moaned as it plunged inside me.

She was thorough as she devoured me. No place was left untouched. She made sure to clean up every bit of wetness I was leaking.

I could tell her actions were more about herself. So that she could finally get a taste of what had been teasing her the entire time we had been together. But even so, she took good care of me.

She always did.

When I used my hands to pluck my nipples, she groaned against my cunt before reaching under me and doing it herself.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” she moaned. She gave me a long lick before forcing two fingers inside. My walls fluttered around her fingers, warning me of what was to come.

“So sweet. So intoxicating.” She thrust her fingers into me with each word. The slam of her fist against me caused my moans to get stuck in my throat.

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. All I could feel was her.

The way her fingers pinched my nipple. The way her breath felt against my pussy. The way her fingers pounded into me like they wanted to bruise me. The brush of the sheets against myoversensitive skin, along with the scent of her, was becoming too much.

When she pulled her fingers out of me, I whined, but it was cut short as her tongue lapped up the extra wetness that had gathered.

I was trembling by the time she sucked my clit into her mouth.

I couldn’t hold back my orgasm. It hit me without any warning and caused even more wetness to leak from me.

“Oh my god,Aris, please don’t stop.”

She growled but kept up her movements until my orgasm had subsided.

When she pulled back, her fingers replaced her mouth and rubbed slow circles over my clit. It was torture in the best way possible. My entire body was humming, and each movement against the bundle of nerves felt like a bolt of lightning going through me.

“I’m saddened you would want to leave me after we finish up here,” she said from behind me.

From my position, I was able to look back at her but couldn’t catch the full expression on her face.

“But your companion?—“

“She’s not here anymore! You are!”

I let out a whine as her fingers stretched me. Four this time while her other hand continued to rub my bundle of nerves.

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