Page 301 of Eternal
When I finally tasted her, she gasped so sharply it echoed off the kitchen tiles. Her thighs jerked around me, and I held her steady, one arm wrapped around her waist pushing her lower stomach, the other pinning her open.
Her nails scraped my scalp, and I moaned into her, drunk on her, messy with it already.
“Fuck,” she breathed out. “Okay, okay, maybe you’re right, you can talk more.”
I pulled back for a second, “Say it louder.”
She glared down at me, face flushed. “You’re such a whore.”
I grinned, lips wet. “Only for you,partner.”
She was laughing again, short and breathless, the sound catching in her throat when I slid two fingers inside her and sucked hard.
“Oh my god—fuck,” she stuttered.
“You like that?” I asked, voice low and smug.
She bit her bottom lip, nodded. “Shut up and don’t stop.”
So I didn’t.
My fingers curled deeper inside her, faster now. She bounced on the counter, wild and messy hair all over, cheeks burning red, skin slick and raw under my touch. The roughness made her gasp, sharp and ragged.
I slapped her cunt again, wet and loud, smack after smack echoing off the kitchen walls.
Without breaking eye contact, I spat right on her cunt, slick and hot. Rubbing my hand over her slick folds, dragging it slow and possessive.
She looked at me, breath catching, eyes wide and wild. “Okay... why the fuck does that feel so good?”
I leaned in close, voice low and cocky. “Because you’re made for me. Messy, greedy, and fucking mine.”
A sly, teasing grin spread over her lips. “You’re full of yourself.”
And I laughed. “That’s because you turn me the fuck on.”
She shivered, biting her lip, trying to hold her cool but failing.
My fingers didn’t stop, they slammed inside her harder, curling, stretching, dragging every gasp and tremble out of her.
My other hand gripped her thigh, fingers digging in, nails scratching just enough to sting.
“You should see yourself,” I whispered, voice thick with hunger. “Messy and desperate.”
She moaned, head falling back, hips grinding into my hand like she wanted more,neededmore.
She came apart on my tongue, shaking,gasping, every nerve raw and exposed. Her legs locked tight around my shoulders like she was trying to hold herself together.
But I didn’t let up, not even close.
I kept going until she was a mess, pushing me away with weak hands, chest heaving, sweat slick and skin flushed. Boneless and broken against my counter, but still mine.
Her eyes were wild, lost in bliss and exhilaration.
I stood slowly, wiping my mouth, licking my fingers without breaking eye contact.
“You’re insane,” she whispered, breath shaky.
“Should’ve never tasted that good… or looked that damn pretty getting eaten out right here in my kitchen.”
