Page 121 of House of Ruin
With his cock buried deep in her, Blaze said, “Get on top of me.”
He lay down on the sofa, and Alecto obeyed, straddling his hips.
“Not here, baby,” Blaze said. He pointed at his face. “Here. I want to see how your pussy tastes filled with my come.”
Alecto’s cheeks flushed bright red, her wet lips parted. But she didn’t argue, straddling his face with her thighs.
Blaze slid his tongue over her clit, which made Alecto tremble. “So sensitive, aren’t you? You better hold on to something.”
Immediately, Alecto grabbed for the arm of the sofa above Blaze’s head, leaning forward. Blaze didn’t waste a second, burying his face between her legs and tasting her sweetness mixed with the saltiness from his cum.
Alecto’s thighs trembled, her whole body tense. She desperately ground her hips against his face, chasing his tongue and his lips until she was screaming once more with another wave of pleasure rolling over her body.
Once she stopped shaking, Blaze planted a soft kiss right on her clit. With shaking legs, Alecto got on her feet. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks still flushed with the afterglow.
“Fuck” was all she managed to say.
Not so gently, Blaze gripped her cheeks and brought her face to his. He kissed her, rough and possessive, with their tastes still mixed on his lips so she could taste it too.
“Who do you belong to?” Blaze’s voice was rough.
Alecto looked at him through lowered lashes. But she didn’t answer.
Still holding her face in his hand, Blaze angled her face up so she would look him straight in the eye. “I’ll ask one more time,” he growled, “whodo you belong to?”
“You,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
Her eyes were on his lips.
“Good girl,” Blaze said, smirking. “Now get on your knees.”
Blaze helped adjust Alecto’s dress before climbing the stairs to the first floor.
“Fuck you,” she said, for the dozenth time.
Blaze smirked, unable to fight off the satisfaction of seeing his teeth marks turning purple on her neck.
And on the side of her boob.
Visible for everyone.
“You’ll get your chance again soon.”
Alecto scoffed and stormed up the stairs, leaving Blaze in her wake. He caught up quickly, chuckling.
When they stepped into the corridor, she turned towards the living room, but the voices coming from the kitchen caught his ear.
“This is not the place and time.” The voice that came through the crack in the open door was Norse’s.
Blaze took hold of Alecto’s arm, pulling her towards the kitchen door. The crack was narrow enough for only one person to peek inside at a time.
“It’s not working anymore,” the other person said.
Someone with a very familiar voice.
Blaze pushed his back against the wall, hiding in the shadows as much as possible. Alecto pressed herself next to him.
“Who is it?” she whispered.
