Page 45 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

I hear you, angel.

The hand stroking my cock, lifts to gently trace the rise and swell of one thick asscheek with the back of my fingers. My eyes lift to check if she stirs. She remains still, her breathing steady as ever.

When I pass the inner curve of her upper thigh, I gingerly caress over the lips and slit of her pussy.

Goddamn it, she’s so fucking wet.

Winnow’s hips shift ever so slightly as she gives me a quiet moan. My touch gentles, waiting a few heart-pounding seconds to see if her eyes will open. If she’ll tell me to stop.

She doesn’t.

Teasing her slit, I carefully dip a fingertip into her entrance before I spread the lips of her pussy to caress small circles over the tiny nub of her clit.

My cock is so heavy with need for her that pre-cum drips in a long, clear, viscous string between me and the bed.

But fuck I want it on her.

In her.

I settle for wiping up every bit of pre-cum—strangely far more than usual—and smearing it over her ass before I return to stroking her clit.

Satisfaction and possessiveness fill my chest, along with an unfamiliar but wholly welcome sense of rightness.

You’re mine, angel. All fucking mine.

You just don’t know it yet.

WINNOW

My hips begin to hitch, ever so slightly in tandem with the way Gideon’s thick, calloused fingers work over my clit.

Oh fuck, I’m so close.

He’s leaning against the edge of the bed, his leaking cock grazes my thigh as he plays my pussy with a virtuosity no other male has ever achieved. It only takes me a minute or two of the steady, gentle circles around my clit before my orgasm rises and my keening pleasure is released as a breathy whimper.

When my hips and pussy stop twitching and my body relaxes, Gideon spreads another palmful of his pre-cum over me. The action makes my heart swell with emotion.

My affection grows further as I watch him sweep his fingers through my arousal and spread it over the head of his cock before he resumes his strokes. Arousal blooms anew at his stifled grunts and the way he whispers affirmations on every few strokes.

“So fucking beautiful, angel…”

The wet sound of his hand working over his thick length and broadly flared crown punctuates each one.

“Did you honestly think I’d be able to resist this temptation, sweetheart?”

The sloppy noises are as slow and deliberate as the steady work of his hand.

“This perfect little pussy?”

Gideon gives a subdued growl.

“I’m gonna prove to you that you’re mine.”

Gideon’s free hand grazes the curve of my ass before he slides two of his thick fingers inside me, and my core clenches around him in reflex, making him groan.

“Treat you right, and make you feel safe and protected. Cherished like the fucking princess and queen you are. And then, I’m gonna fill every one of your pink, wet holes with my cum.”

Oh.

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