Page 21 of Soulless Deeds

In that one unbelievable instance, my desire overshadowed my fear, willing to see what she could do… What she was willing to give.

With a flicker of hesitation, my grip loosened and her fingers whipped around to my centre, lowering in exploration. The light touch caused my cock to strain further while black terror danced on the outskirts, making my lust skyrocket out of the fucking hemisphere.

It was a dangerous mix of emotions that could easily spin out of control.

She pushed further by unzipping my pants and lowering my waistband, her sultry gaze catching on my solid length.

“That’s more than a snack. That’s a whole damn feast,” she said, unimpressed rather than the usual awe.

I smirked. “You hungry?”

Her head tilted sideways, and with a serious expression, she said, “Nah, I’m good,” before her hands fell away without ceremony.Give them back.

My face faltered at her honest reply. No one denied me—ever.

“You’ve had a taste of my expertise, and I have so much more to give.”Am I convincing her now? My pride was dwindling by the minute.

“If your reputation is accurate, I’m wondering what you’re still doing here at all?”

My hands began to roam, unable to resist the feel of her beneath me. She didn’t refuse, instead undulating under my attentive caress. “And what do you know of me, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, let me think,” she said. “Self-proclaimed bachelor, neighbourhood rake and indefinitely unavailable.”

I unsheathed the thin narrow blade strapped to her thigh and blindly danced it upward till the flat surface skimmed her pussyopening. The cool steel made her quiver with the threat of me cutting herall the way fucking open.

“Hah, it seems like you did your research—except you’re missing three vital aspects. One: no repeats. Two: no kissing. Three: no bareback.”

Instinctively flipping the knife, I impaled a sliver of the handle past her entrance. She puffed out her chest, nipples piercing through the thin material of her white gown.

“I agree to those terms.”

We both groaned.

My nose buried in the base of her neck, leisurely pushing the handle in and out, feeding more and more into her greedy cunt, imagining it was my cock. “I haven’t claimed you yet. And claim you I will.”

I gave a full-body shudder when her hand pushed past my waistband and confidently skimmed over my shaft, expertly handling me with all the assurance in the world. I should’ve been embarrassed, pre-cum beading from the tip like some untested pre-teen, but I couldn’t bring myself to give any fucks.

“You’re sobig. I hope you know what to do with it. You like tearing girls apart,Echo?”

Fuck.I’d never craved something so addictive…so insanely sweet. I needed to stop, but my body didn’t give a shit, thrusting into her grip without any instruction from me.

I groaned. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“Does it feel like I don’t want it?” she replied, her desire saturating the knife handle, dripping down to drench my fingers, making a damn mess.

“It feels like you’re begging for it.”

“No begging, Echo.”

I retracted the blade and raised it between us to lick the flat surface clean of her cum. She wasso fucking inviting, a sugary taste entirely her own, making me dizzy with utter need.

My restraint was dwindling. “Tell me to stop.”

“Stop.”I am going to die. “Stop fucking around and get inside me,” she said, squeezing me hard with emphasis.

My girl led me forward by my dick, hitching a leg high over my waist, lining me up to her drenched fucking apex, lust dripping all over my tender crown.

The orchestra in front of the stage commenced a symphony of classical music, the melodic sequence layering over our tethered forms, tuning my desperate ache to unforeseen heights.

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