Page 20 of Dark Wishes

“Good girl,” he growls, trailing his lips up the outside crease of my pussy. He lifts himself, resting his weight on my back. “Your pussy tastes amazing. I might be addicted to it now.”

My insides clench from aftershocks—I try to roll, to face him, but he keeps me on my belly. “Jamison, that was incredible.”

“We’re not done.”

His pelvis lowers, rolling on the top of my ass. His erection is huge; his boxers have vanished. We’re skin on skin all around, and I flush from anticipation. But reality surges into my center to cool me down.

“Wait,” I say shakily, “we need a condom. I don’t have any.”I should have bought one from that Walgreens after all.

There’s rustling as Jamison moves to the other side of the bed, leaning away, the springs bouncing to tell me where he is. I don’t know what he’s doing—there's more noise, something clinking. “I have one.”

“You do?” My relief is cut off halfway. “Wait. Is that why you were taking so long inside the store?”

His chuckle is deviant; his weight settles on top of me, lips pressing to my cheek, then my mouth. I’m dizzy when he pulls away, the sound of foil tearing. “Good guess. Spread your legs for me.”

I’ve never obeyed an instruction so fast. I open my knees, my belly clenching with excitement. My lack of vision has made this encounter more tactile than any other. We’re nothing but breath, sweat, heat, skin. Urges and hunger. Creatures who want to be satisfied at all costs.

We could be anyone.

But I know who we are.

He rubs the tip of his cock over my slit, the noise liquid and erotic. The latex is perfectly smooth; it helps him enter me.

I pant with every inch he slides inside. He’s relentless, yet slow, taking his time to wedge his cock into me. The patientspeed is a good idea—he’s thick enough that I have to catch my breath, and when I think I’ve adjusted, he gets bigger. Impossibly bigger.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“Is it too much?” he teases.

His smugness gets under my skin. I slam my hips backwards, sinking the last length of him into my clenching walls. My pussy thrums around him until I see spots of color, but my ego keeps me from crying out. “I’m fine,” I grunt. “I can handle it.”

“Good.” Jamison wraps his hand on my jaw, turning me towards him. His lips and tongue taste wonderful. “That’s what I want to hear.” His other palm claps onto my left hip, mauling my tender muscles. It’s leverage—he draws his cock out of me until only the tip is inside. The ridge of his fat cock-head fills my pussy, threatening to exit, making tingles in my blood.

“Scream all you want,” he whispers in my ear. “My walls are soundproof.”

He slams into me with his full force; the wet thud comes first, my shout comes second. “Oh my god!’ I groan, biting into the pillow. My fingers cramp on the fabric as I try to survive Jamison’s powerful thrusts.

He’s strong—that's a given. But he’s more than muscles and bone. There’s a precision in how he holds me, an intention in the settling of his weight, the angle of his hips, as if the man was built for the pure act of bringing me pleasure.

Jamison is a murderer...

And a perfect lover.

If demons walk the Earth, he must be one of them.

His hand claps onto my ass with a crack like breaking glass. I shout in surprise—and in dizzy delight. “You’re too quiet,” he says in my ear. “Yell more. Scream more. Prove you’re alive, darling girl. Celebrate life...” He traces the place he spanked, thetender area burning and tingling. “Not everyone is lucky enough to be breathing.”

I’m too far gone to play philosopher with him. The liquid rolling down my inner thighs forces me to think about how close I am to another orgasm.

I want to come! This time... with him inside of me.

Jamison reaches under, fondling my breasts, tugging my sensitive nipples until I squirm and moan. “I said—”

“Fuck me!” I wail, slamming my hips back onto his cock. “Fuck me, god, make me come. I need to come again!” He wants me to be loud. Fine. I can be loud.

His cock thickens inside of me. Jamison breathes out with his whole chest. “Even like this, you try to find ways to win.” Lifting himself onto his elbows, he uses his whole body to drive into my pussy. The impact steals the shout from my lips. A ripple of pleasure as deep as the sea moves from my belly to my thighs. “You don’t know—really know—the position you’re in.”

“I’m... under you...” I groan, trying to alleviate the tension from the moment.

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