Page 16 of Wicked God
“Then I need to get your tight little pussy ready for my cock.” I pull out my finger and slip two inside, feeling her wetness squeeze around them. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl, taking everything I give you.” I thrust deeper into her.
She clutches my shoulders and moans. “Alex, don’t stop, give me more.”
Unable to help myself, I pull my fingers from her and kneel between her luscious thighs. I’ve never seen anything wetter than her pussy, glistening and swollen, her clit peeking out like it’s begging for my tongue. And I’m not one to deny a lady what she wants.
I lower my head, my breath hot against her folds, and she shudders as I hover so close but don’t touch.
“Alex,” she gasps, and her fingers claw at the sheets. “Please, I need you inside me.”
I smirk, letting my tongue dart out to flick her clit once, just a tease, and she jerks like I’ve shocked her.
“You’re so wet, Olivia. Do you know what that does to me? Knowing you’re dripping for me?” She whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed, trying to chase my mouth, but I pull back, laughing darkly. “Patience, sweetheart.” I press a finger to her entrance, stroking lightly, feeling her clench around nothing. “So tight,” I growl, pushing my finger in slowly, inch by torturous inch, until she’s gasping, her walls gripping me so tight I can barely breathe. “And greedy,” I add, curling my finger inside her, finding that sweet spot that has her screaming.
When I add a second finger, she damn near comes undone. Her hands are in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp sting, but I don’t stop. I’m too obsessed with the way she’s falling apart for me, the way her body shakes as I fuck her with my fingers, my tongue circling her clit in small, dizzying circles.
“I’m going to—” she chokes out, her body tightening like a coiled spring, and I know she’s close. So close. I suck her clit into my mouth, my fingers thrusting harder, faster, until she’s crying out. Her thighs clamp around my head, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she comes, her moans echoing off the walls.
As her orgasm subsides, I slide my fingers back inside her pussy, her walls clenching around me. I know I can make her come multiple times, and I want her to come on my tongue once more before I claim her completely.
I lift her legs over my shoulders, bending her knees until they rest against her chest. The position opens her up completely, and I can see the full expanse of her core, glistening and swollen, inviting me in.
With a low moan, I dive in again, sucking on her clit greedily as my fingers continue to thrust inside her.
She’s still trembling from her first climax, but I don’t let up, my fingers curling inside her as my tongue flicks over her clit in quick, relentless strokes. Her body arches off the bed, hertits bouncing, those perfect pink nipples hardening into peaks that beg for my tongue. She’s wrecked, her thighs trembling as another orgasm tears through her, and I don’t stop. My mouth is relentless, lapping at her dripping cunt like a starved animal, fucking her with my tongue until she’s practically sobbing.
Her juices are slick and warm, coating my lips, my chin, dripping down my throat. I drink her in like she’s the goddamn fountain of youth, her salty-sweet nectar driving me wild. Her hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles white, her toes curling as she comes undone again.
“Alex, I can’t anymore—“ She chokes on the words, her hips bucking against my face, grinding herself into me like she’s trying to fuse our bodies together.
I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and stare at her. She’s a masterpiece—her golden hair a tangled mess, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving with every ragged breath. Her pussy is swollen and glistening. She’s ruined, completely and utterly ruined, and I’m basking of it.
“You’re incredible, Olivia. I can’t wait to feel that tight, wet cunt wrapped around my cock, milking me dry as you come all over me.”
She’s too dazed to respond, but her eyes flicker open, and they’re dark with hunger. She reaches for me, her fingers trembling as they brush against my cock. I groan, my hips jerking at the contact.
“You’re so hard,” she murmurs. Her hand wraps around me. She strokes me slowly, her grip firm, her thumb swiping over the slick tip where I’m already leaking for her. I have to bite back a curse. Her touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me that make it hard to think. “God, I want you inside me.”
“If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it even starts.”
“Then maybe you should stop talking and do something about it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I tear open the condom and roll it on quickly, my hands trembling with urgency. Then I’m on her again, my body pressing hers into the mattress as I position myself between her legs. She’s still wet from my mouth, her body warm and ready for me, and I can’t wait any longer.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
Olivia obeys, spreading her legs wide open, inviting me inside her. I grab a pillow, placing it beneath her hips to give her the perfect angle for my entry. Her fingers wrap around my rock-hard cock, and she guides me to her entrance. I feel the warm and slippery entrance of her pussy and push the tip of my cock inside her.
She whimpers, her eyes fluttering shut, her head tilting back against the pillow. “Mmm, yes, that’s it.”
Her pussy smothers the head of my cock, her walls pulsing and gripping me. I grasp her hips; it’s all I can do not to thrust into her immediately.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I push further, her tight, wet heat enveloping me. The sensation is overwhelming, intense, and it takes great effort to maintain control. I watch as my cock disappears into her sweet pussy. Olivia’s fingers dig into my back, and the sight of her beautiful body beneath me, writhing in pleasure, drives me wild.
With a deep, guttural groan, I thrust deeper, inch by inch, until I’m fully sheathed inside her.
