Page 43 of Soulless Deeds

“How about you slip those fingers inside that tight little pussy for me, Ghost? Imagine it’s my cock that you squeezeso so good,” He rasped, those last words skating down my flesh as wicked as sin. I couldn’t endure any longer, slipping my hand lower as I sank two fingers past my pulsing entrance.

With the culmination of his filthy mouth and my sheer desperation, my inner walls spasmed from the intrusion, tipping into the long awaited bliss that I so desperately sought. A scream ripped from my chest and shivers scattered my body from the overwhelming onslaught.

Which was my excuse I use for why I did what I did next.

I needed his body on mine, crushing me till I couldn’t breathe. Panting uncontrollably, my palms raised to skate up his chest, and he trembled in retaliation. Not as unaffected as he liked to portray.

When my palms circled around his neck to pull his bulk on top of me, he wrenched out of my grasp, his face twisted into a feral expression.

“Who gave you permission to touch me?”

Before I could reply, he ripped my singlet down the middle and yanked the material free, twisting the silk around my wrists to anchor my hands to the bedhead. I was completely bare, naked before his livid gaze as he loomed above like the devil himself.

“Corrupt me!” I begged. I was so tuned in and turned on by his savagery that I couldn’t help but whine and plead for his touch.

If I was in my sane mind, I would have backhanded myself for my lack of dignity. But I’d just felt the stark reminder of the pleasure Echo could provide, and all my pride had evaporated with the orgasm that shook me to my core.

XVII

Echo

Iwas barely holding on, the foundations of my control fractured at the view of her combusting beneath me. Then, her hands went roaming, stroking my skin. Disturbing memories threatened to push to the forefront, causing panic to surface from her touch.

Restraining her hands let my mind clear. Dragging in a concentrated breath, my equilibrium realigned itself.

I took her in—every last inch. My gaze faltered on the tattoo between her breasts of the crown symbol, signifying her allegiance to the infamous Sovereign. The reality had me reeling; the magnitude of her past would irrevocably change the underworld furthermore.

And I nearly fucking ended that.

Below her tattoo, my attention hooked on the dressing layered over her injury… The one I put there. The wound was small on the exterior, yet tunnelled so deep, it pierced her heart.

I couldn’t stand to look at it for long, not wanting to linger on those rumblings inside of me. Neglected fucking feelings stirred awake that I desperately wanted to stay buried and dead.

So, like the defective asshole I was, I pushed those disturbing thoughts to the side and switched to the task at hand, paving wayto relief and the overbearing need to see her climax—over and over again.

A smirk graced my lips as I looked down at the flawless woman. “Tell me what you want.”

Spencer pulled on her restraints while speaking in a rushed haste. “I need you to touch me. I need to come again.”

“What do I get?”

“Anything,” she pleaded with straight desperation.

Mm. That sweet promise did something to me. An inner savagery known to any man shoved forth, demanding me totake, take, take.

To ensure as minimal contact as possible, I straddled her legs once more, knees lifting me off her frame. Slowly—oh, so slowly—I bent at the waist, my hands lined either side of her as my mouth lowered, inches away from her heaving chest.

With my eyes locked on hers, I blessed her with my mercy. “I will give you what you need, Spencer. But make no mistake, I intend to collect.”

From her expression, I could tell she was on the verge of bitching me out—until my lips wrapped around her peaked nipple, cutting off her words with a breathless gasp.

I worked over her breasts with patience and attentive detail, her body undulating beneath me.

I wasn’t getting away unscathed, my fists scrunching the sheets so tight, I thought they’d go numb. Not that I had much blood circulating through my veins. Everything I had to spare was concentrated between my legs, my cock so rigid and hard, I could feel my pulse pumping, the tender flesh rubbing against my boxers, causing me to hiss from the unbearable friction.

Once her flesh was warm and glowing, I retreated and shifted to the end of the bed. Grabbing onto both ankles, I flipped her, lifting her hips as she pitched forward to catch the suddenmovement, settling high on her knees. Her blissful purrs were cut off by a surprised huff.

In that new position, Spencer was a fucking vision. Her face buried in the pillow with that glorious ass pitched high in the sky, giving the sublime sight of her weeping fucking pussy, begging for my cock.

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