Page 84 of A Duet of Darkness and Dreams

My stomach contracts with my own harsh gasp as my cock throbs painfully. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Let’s see how you taste.”

In a moment, I’m back between her legs to lick her dripping pussy.

“Oh god!” she gasps, her hips bucking up toward my face. I plunge my tongue inside of her, my left arm wrapping around to press her hips into the mattress. Her fingers plunge into my hair, gripping the strands sharply with each swirl of my tongue on her clit. I watch as her chest rises and falls, faster and faster until her legs begin to twitch. With one hand guiding my head, she loses herself, grinding her pussy against my mouth. I let out a low groan as I watch her free hand tease at her stiff nipples. Her legs shake, and with a teasing flick of my tongue and a sharp suck on her clit, she falls apart. Back arching off the bed, she holds me to her as she gasps and pants and moans.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!” she cries.

I don’t relent. Her body twitches beneath me but still I lick her, my tongue tasting her pleasure as she writhes and moans so beautifully. She twists and turns and I grin against her as I pull her into place beneath my mouth.

“Dave,” she pants. “Stop.”

“I told you,” I say. “Not until you beg.” I suck her swollen clit into my mouth and she gasps louder than ever, her thighs squeezing my head, but that doesn’t deter me. I press down against her thighs, opening her back up to me, and continue the assault. Her whole body trembles and shakes like an earthquake until she comes again. Harder and so forcefully, it bows her back into a sitting position.

Dark, glazed eyes stare down at me from above.

“Please,” she begs. “Please, fuck me.”

I grasp the nape of her neck and rise to my knees between her still shaking legs. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” I kiss her hard and she whimpers against my mouth. I want her to taste herself, taste how delicious she is, and know that I’ll never forget what it’s like for her to come on my tongue for as long as I live.

CHAPTER 26

What’s Love Got to Do With It?

ISABELLA

“Your wish is my command,” Dave says as he pushes himself up. He stands at the foot of the bed before me—this gorgeous man—then drops his pants to the floor in one fluid motion to reveal . . .

My pussy clenches hard but my eyes widen as I take him in. A sudden swoop of nervousness twisting my belly as I gaze at his perfect,massivecock.

“You—” I stammer. “You’re never going to fit.”

He glances down at himself, his hand gripping the base before working himself slowly, spreading the glistening precum over his sizable length. Those stormy blue eyes flick back up to mine and he grins. “Trust me. It’ll fit. Now, get on your knees.”

I blink a few times as he waits for me to decide what I’m going to do. No man has ever bossed me around before in the bedroom. But then again, there’s only been one other and we were both kids—barely adults, sneaking off in secret to do whatever we could manage.

This though—I didn’t know it could be like this. Perhaps it’s the euphoria clouding my mind from those earth-shatteringorgasms or simply that I want to do whatever he asks of me, but I find myself getting on my knees before him at the end of the bed. He takes a step toward me, his cock jutting out, hard and straight.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this mouth?” he whispers, his fingers gripping my chin as his thumb runs along my lower lip. “Dreamt of your mouth full of me?”

“That might be physically impossible,” I say, crawling closer to him and wrapping my hand around his thick cock. He gasps and his eyes close as my fingers fight to encompass more of him, but they don’t even reach all the way around. His eyes open and both of his hands grasp my hair, piling it up on my head and out of my way. “But I’ll try my best.”

Just like he did to me, I lick him, tease him, swirl my tongue around him until I can see the muscles flex in his jaw. I want to torture him just as much as he did me. To watch as he attempts to restrain himself. It’s so hot, and I feel unbelievably sexy to be the one who makes him lose his mind. Something rumbles in his throat, signifying he’s had enough of my teasing, so I open my mouth and do my best to take as much of him as possible, which . . . arguably is not much.

“Fuck,” he moans. “I knew that mouth was going to ruin me.”

I bob my head, my hand gliding up and down his length to make up for what my mouth can’t hold. It’s barely been a minute and my jaw aches, but it’s a delicious sort of burn. I try to take him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat, and I breathe through my nose as his hand slides down my spine and his fingers dip into my pussy. I’m overwhelmed, his weight against my back and my mouth full as his fingers plunge into me from behind. This can’t be real life. It’s too good. I moan around his cock before his fingers retreat and one slowly breaches its way into that forbidden hole.

My eyes roll back and I moan around his cock. Oh my god, he’s so filthy, I fucking love it. He tugs my hair to pull me off ofhim and grasps my chin again, lifting my body up to kneeling so we’re almost at eye level. “You’re dangerous, Izzy,” he groans, kissing me hard. “Now, turn around and kiss the mattress.”

I swallow and grip the back of his neck. “You’ll be gentle with me?” I ask, my eyes searching his face. “Remember . . . I—”

“Don’t worry, Izzy,” he whispers against my lips. “It was made for you.”

All of the breath rushes out of my lungs, and I’m left lightheaded and aching to feel him inside me. Gently, he turns my face and places his hand between my shoulder blades, pressing down so my chest makes contact with the sheets. They smell like him and it warms my heart. I watch as he grabs a condom from the top drawer of his dresser. I swallow the nervous lump in my throat as I once again consider his size, but he adds what looks like lubricant over himself before finding his place behind me.

“You tell me if it’s too much,” he says, his cock gliding through my drenched skin and brushing against my sensitive clit.

He grasps one of my hips and breaches my entrance, stretching me open in a way I— actually, I don’t think I’ve ever felt it like this. I bury my face in the mattress, my fingers gripping the sheet for something to hold on to as he fills me. Fuck, it feels so good. He pulls back, then forward a little more, then again and again, each time burying himself deeper inside me.

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