Page 57 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

Winnow’s body arches against mine, further pressing her thick ass against the rigid length of my dick as she tilts her head to give me better access. The center of my chest throbs with some visceral need to make this woman mine.

A woman that I barely know, logic reminds me.

I can’t help but wonder if I’m crazier than I thought after spending so many years isolated, even though my intuition says that this woman is so much more to me than I could ever fully understand.

She lets out a soft whimper—a plea—for more of my touch as her ass nuzzles my cock. The hand cupping her bare pussy radiates heat and is dripping honey onto my fingers. Suckingaway the pain of my bite on her neck, I have to bury my face there to muffle the growl of visceral need rumbling through me.

“Fuck, sweetheart, is all this for me?”

Winnow’s lips part as if to answer, but the words get stuck as my middle and ring fingers glide beautifully over her slick entrance. Drawing my hand backward, I gently dip my middle finger into her clenching pussy before sliding upwards to part her lips and circle her clit.

A soft, barely audible moan escapes her as she digs her nails into my forearm, and her hips rock against me. My free hand slips beneath her shirt to tease the peaks of her breasts to stiff points that I pinch between thumb and forefinger. She lets out a helpless whimper as I proceed to trace her neck with the tip of my nose.

“You want Daddy to make you cum, angel?”

Winnow’s head nods against my chest.

“Say it.”

Her voice drops to a breathy whisper.

“Please. Please, make me cum, Daddy.”

Slowing the two fingers circling her clit like hungry sharks do their prey, my mind deliberates. I know where this leads. I already kicked the fucking door open by jerking off over her while I stroked her pussy as shepretendedto sleep.

This will be stepping through that doorway, and I don’t do casual sex–or whatever form of sexual intimacy I allow myself with her until I can tell her the whole truth–nor do I share.

I have no idea how long Winnow plans on staying with me, but something deep in my soul tells me this woman is mine. I just need to make her see that so she doesn’t leave… and ease her into my kinks without scaring her away.

When Winnow wriggles impatiently against me, I give her pussy a little slap as I give a gentle tug to the taught tip of her breast.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?”

Her breath catches before she gives me a hurried nod.

A sense of urgency zings up my spine, knowing we could be caught any second, so I don’t bother to correct her on how she should address me. I get the impression she’s yet to experience a Dom/sub relationship before.

With my fingers already soaked, the circles my index and middle finger make are a slick glide that occasionally dips into her wet heat before returning. My dick is leaking pre-cum, and I have no doubt if there weren’t four layers of clothing separating my skin from hers, I’d be ready to fucking cum where I stand.

The hand teasing her left breast shifts to the right, strumming its tip as her body arches further and her hips writhe.

“Such a good fucking girl, giving me this sweet little pussy. Taking what you want from me.”

“Oh, fuck, Gideon... I?—

Satisfaction floods my chest.“That’s it, angel. Cum for me?—

Possessive words and declarations teeter on the tip of my tongue like,you fucking belong to me,but logic and reason ricochet through my mind. It’s only been days since we met, yet I have this unshakable sense of recognition, like those rare friendships where time changes nothing. But with Winnow, it’s so much deeper, as if our connection transcends this life. As insane as that sounds.

Winnow’s body winds tight, hips stuttering, and breath catching as she whispers my name, peppered among sweet curses, like music to my ears. Gentling my strokes, her body sags against mine, and I press kisses to her throat.

“That’s my sweet girl. So fucking perfect…”

A moment later, movement in my peripheral vision has me clutching Winnow tighter against my chest as if I can shield her from the nosy-ass-don’t-have-nothin-fuckin-better-to-do-than-shit-all-over-someone-else’s-joy-store-clerk clearing her throatat the end of an aisle to our left. Winnow goes rigid, hands slamming over her face.

“Uhm, excuse me, sir. I’m gonna have to ask y’all to leave.”

Still holding Winnow firmly to my chest, I feel her shoulders begin to shake with laughter. I have to bite my cheek to hold back my own.

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