Page 491 of The Tempted

I took it between my teeth, sucked on it before running my tongue over it, as my hands dragged her pants down. I grazed her nipple one more time before leaning back and removing her pants completely. She was wearing a skimpy thong that barely covered her and when I leaned back to stare at her, really taking her in, she hooked her thumbs beneath the waist band and dragged the underwear down her legs.

She would be my death.

But I’d remember her in the depths of hell.

The innocent girl with the sad eyes that begged me to take her pain away.

I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or my head playing fucking mind games with me but as I walked towards her, unbuttoning my jeans and freeing my throbbing cock, my eyes locked with hers and the pain faded from those dark eyes and was replaced with desire.

I reached for her hips, pulling her to the edge of the desk and positioned myself between her legs. My head spun, my conscience resurrected as I wrapped my hand around my cock and peered at her through the hair that covered my eyes.

What the fuck was I doing?

Committing suicide.

She lifted her hand to my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes and forced me to look at her.

“Leather and Lace,” she whispered, covering my hand with her own.

The thread of control I was grasping, finally frayed, and I grabbed her hands, pinning them to her sides as I closed my eyes and drove my dick deep inside of her. She screamed out, her head falling onto my shoulder as she remained perfectly still. I couldn’t move either; her fucking pussy was so tight. I turned my head just as she did and saw the tears in her eyes.

Shit.

I removed my hands that kept hers flat against the desk and started to pull out when she lifted her arms around my neck and held me close.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

I slowly pulled out and more carefully charged back in, repeatedly until I stretched her enough that I could slide in and out without killing us both. She arched her hips, and that was all the encouragement I needed to drive home, still, I restrained from all I wanted to do to her. I could fuck her until the sun rose, every which way, with my mouth, my cock and my fingers.

Never stop fucking her.

Because I was an addict, and I realized, balls deep in the sweetest, tightest pussy, I ever had wrapped around my dick, Lacey was my new drug.

I’d never get enough.

I wanted to stay high on her all the time.

Until I fucking died.

Bury me, girl.

End me.

I lost it. I fucking lost my mind and my control as I gripped her hips and pumped her harder and harder with each stroke until she was gasping for breath and I was coming. I heard the moan escape my lips as her pussy milked every drop from my dick.

I fought for control, for breath, and for clarity. I felt her hands travel up my back to my neck and toy with the ends of my hair.

Clarity came first.

I had just fucked the girl I always tried to protect, to shelter from the darkness and nowIwas her darkness. I crossed a line in my quest to end my pain and took something I had no business having. I told myself I did it because I was searching for the end, the end of my life, the end of the suffering I liked to inflict upon myself. But, this, having her, taking her, it was just the beginning.

I lifted my hands and pulled hers away from me.

Breathe.

I took a deep breath and pulled out of her and looked down at my cock, covered in my release and her blood, her fucking innocence.

I lifted my eyes to her as she stared at my dick before meeting my gaze.

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