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When she turns around, I’m rewarded with a flawless pair of breasts, her nipples jutting out from the tan areolas surrounding them.
“Fuck, look at you,” I breathe. The heavens themselves sculpted her in the image of a goddess.
A pale pink blush blooms across her cheeks. She rests her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she lifts one leg over my thigh, then the other, and straddles my lap with her face hovering over mine. Her warm breath comes in soft, shallow pants as her hands come up to hook around my neck.
Her heat comes to rest over my erection, and she rolls her hips over it. Only a few layers of clothing sit between us, but they prevent her from taking me deeper.
Her movements quicken as she starts to bounce on top of me. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she lets out a breathy moan against my forehead, which is beading with sweat. With ragged gasps, she throws her head back and closes her eyes, using me to mount her pleasure by dry humping my cock.
Although, there isn’t anything dry about it. I can feel the head of my cock sliding against the precum in my briefs, and when she draws back, her arousal creates a wet spot on her underwear.
What I wouldn’t give to clamp my mouth over it, to tease her through her clothes the way she’s teasing me. I bet I could make her climax with her panties still on.
“Suck me off,” I rasp. “I want to feel your lips around my cock.”
She crawls off my lap and sinks to her knees between my legs. Her palms press into my thigh as she slides them toward my belt buckle, and it doesn’t take her long to undo my pants. I shift my hips up to help her slide them off, freeing my erection, and she shoves my pants down around my ankles, allowing me to spread wide for her.
“You look so pretty on your knees for me,malishka.”
Her tongue sweeps across her lips, wetting them with a light sheen before she draws closer. I can feel her breath on my stiff cock the moment before she dives down on me, and when she pulls me in, I groan.
She doesn’t start slow. Both of us are ready for release, and she starts bobbing her head up and down my length, taking me so deep she gags. As tears leak from her eyes, her mascara streaks like subtle brushstrokes of black ink beneath her lower lash line. Dark lipstick is smudged along the corners of her mouth. Her perfect face made imperfect by me.
I’ve ruined her, inside and out, and I relish it.
My darkness has left a permanent stain on her soul, but like the moon goddess Selene, she thrives in the dark. Under my care, she evolved into the woman she was always meant to be—fierce, passionate, and unafraid to embrace the depths of her depraved desires.
Before, she ran from it, and it manifested as depression that chipped away at her soul little by little. It wasn’t until she was allowed to fall apart in my arms and reach rock bottom that I could put her back together again, stronger and more resilient.
I’m the glue that keeps her from breaking, holding the shattered pieces of her soul together with mine.
Willow holds the base of my manhood in her hand and draws her tongue along the vein. A shudder rolls down my spine as she wraps her lips around me once more.
I want to break out of my bindings to fist her hair and drive into her mouth, but I can’t, and it adds a layer of sensual frustration that only heightens my need for release.
I piston my hips upward until I hit the back of her throat. “Touch yourself,malishka.”
Obeying my command, she reaches down between her legs and slips her fingers into her underwear. She massages herself in slow circles, and when she hums, I nearly bust in her mouth.
But that’s not where I want to come.
“Let me come on your chest.” It’s a struggle to speak as I gasp for air. “I want you to walk out of this estate with a pearl necklace wrapped around your throat so everyone knows you’re mine.”
I want Enzo Messina to know she belongs to me.
When Willow comes, her scream is stifled by my dick in her throat, but the vibrations of her voice send me over the edge. My balls tighten, my only warning before I bust, and I jerk my hips down to withdraw from her mouth just in time. A roar breaks loose from my chest as my seed spurts forth, coating her mouth and neck.
This girl never ceases to amaze me. The euphoria only she can provide me is addictive, and if I die buried inside her, I would die happy and fulfilled.
Willow kneels topless and ruined on her knees. Cum leaks from the corners of her mouth and drips onto her breasts, creating a bewitching image that sears into my memory.
She’s ruined me, too.
Chapter 11
Willow
When my professor ends the lecture, I shove my linguistics textbook into my backpack, but in my haste to get out of here, it catches on one of my smaller books and bends the corner.
