Page 106 of Lost to the Woods

“I’m—oh fuck—”

He doesn’t let up, his tongue working me mercilessly until I’m coming with a broken cry, my pussy clamping down around him as pleasure rips through me.

I collapse forward, panting, but he’s not done. His mouth seals over my clit, and he sucks while the tip of his tongue laps in a fast, steady rhythm. My hips buck, my toes curling, my entire body seizing as pleasure detonates inside me. Another orgasm rips through me, bright lights flashing behind my eyelids, my throat raw from moaning, thighs shaking around his head.

I need a moment to compose myself, but he doesn’t mind, his face buried deep in my cunt as he drinks every last drop of my release, savoring it.

When I finally slide down his body, I’m still breathless, but my lips find his neck, his collarbones, the ink staining his chest. I kiss every tattoo, every scar, my hands roaming lower, over the hard muscles of his stomach.

He lets me, looking at me like I’m something precious. But beneath it, his eyes are wild, hungry, his cock straining against his jeans.

“My turn,” I giggle playfully.

I undo his belt, his zipper, my fingers trembling just enough to make it seem like eagerness, not nerves. But maybe it’s both.

I purr as his cock springs free, thick and heavy in my hand, the barbells of his ladder piercings glinting in the dim light.

I lick my lips, meeting his gaze as I take him into my mouth.

“Fuck!” His head thuds back against the mattress as I swirl my tongue around the head, teasing the metal ring before sucking hard.

His groans fill the cage, his hips jerking. “Such a good girl,” he rasps, fingers threading through my hair. “Take it all, baby.”

And I do. My mouth slides lower down his shaft as I take him deep, my throat working around him, my eyes watering.

“Shit,” he hisses, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I manage not to gag as he pushes my head farther down, holding me there until I can’t breathe.

He moans, releasing my hair, and I hate that I love it when he’s this pleased with me.

I hum, pulling back to lick along the underside, teasing each piercing with my tongue. Then I suck him down again, my hand working where my mouth can’t reach.

His hips jolt, but I free him from my lips, my palm trailing lower to cup his balls. I roll them gently before my mouth joins, sucking it gently. My fingers trace lower, lower, my tongue following the path down his taint.

He snarls, his whole body tensing. “Fuck, Bunny! Fuck—”

I smile against his skin, and taking advantage of his haze, my fingers creep toward the back pocket of his jeans.

The knife is there.

I reach for it, the metal cold against my palm as I quickly tucking it beside the mattress before returning to his cock.

“Ride me, Princess,” he demands, voice rough but edged with something almost desperate. “Daddy needs to feel that tight little cunt.”

I press one last kiss to his inner thigh before crawling back up his body, mounting his hips.

His hands grip my hips, positioning me exactly where he wants me. I rock against him, my wetness dragging along hiscock as I grind my pussy, the piercings teasing my clit with every movement.

“You’re so perfect,” he rasps, his praise washing over me. “And mine. All fucking mine.”

His hands roam over my body, worshiping me, his eyes locked on where we’re connected, where I’m dripping onto him.

“I want you so badly.”

I lean down, kissing him deeply as I finally slide him inside, sinking down onto him. My moan gets swallowed by his mouth.

He fills me perfectly, his piercings rubbing deliciously with every roll of my hips as I take him deep, my walls clenching around him.

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