Page 104 of Secrets That Bind Us
The second the door closes behind me, and I lean my back on it, she turns around and just faces me. She doesn’t comment on anything, but her eyes flare with desire. In that dress, those heels, the way her hair looks, the light hits her just right– making her look ethereal. I pull out my phone and snap a quick picture which makes her giggle. “What was that for?”
“Just wanted to snap a picture before I tear you apart.”
She kicks off her heels but stays on her tiptoes, so I kick off my boots. “Oh yeah?” She reaches behind her, and I hear the zipper slowly chase down the teeth. The dress drops to her feet, and my heart falls with it. She steps out of it and next, she reaches into her hair and unclips it, letting the clip fall to the ground atop the dress, and my woman is standing before me in nothing but a black, high waisted thong and a black, strapless bra barely holding her tits up.
Nothing but sweet temptation wrapped in silky sin.
“Yeah.” I rasp.
She smirks and lifts a brow. “You’re gonna have to catch me first.” And then she dashes away.
Game fucking on. She doesn’t know this house like I do. I hear a door slam and rush to it, opening the door only to find the guest room empty. But I still check the closet just in case. I hear another door slam shut. Okay, sneaky little thing. I race throughout the house only to hear her little feet going up the stairs when I’m in the kitchen, and I race the back way up-- finding her in the hallway just before she gets to my bedroom. “Well, look at what I found…”
“Hmmm…” she purrs. “Or did I want you to find me?”
“Why, baby? Tired of running? You ready to get fucked within an inch of your life?”
She whimpers but glances at the door to my left. She stands up straight but then darts into my room, and I chase her inside, feeling like a kid again. She jumps onto my bed and turns around, and I can’t help but laugh. “You’re in for it now, Verity. If you like being chased, just wait till the Spring. You think I won’t fuck you out in the woods like a madman, you have another thing coming.”
She arches her brow. “Ohhhh…”
Fuck, now I’m hard as a rock. I unfasten the button on my shirt and tear it off my body, only to do the same to my pants and drop them just as fast. I reach for her, but she bounces away. “Verity…”
“Dean…” She mocks.
“Come on baby,” I reach for her again but she bounces and everything on her dangerous body jiggles with her. “I just want to eat your pretty pussy… get down and I’ll treat her realnice. I’ll be so… fucking…kind.”
She stops bouncing. “What if I don't want you to treat me real nice, huh?” She takes a step forward, her head almost hitting the ceiling fan, and puts her hand on my head, looking down at me. My hands go to the backs of her thighs, just below that crease where they meet her ass, and I inhale her soft scent, only to lick up from the waistband of her panties to her bellybutton. “What if I want you to worship my pussy on your knees?”
I shiver at her use of the wordpussy. Such a filthy word coming from the lips of a fucking angel. “You think I won't?” I let my fingers trail up her soft skin, hook into the waistband of her thong, and I tug them down, kissing just above her sex when she steps out of them. “You think just because I’ll worship every millimeter of your body that I won’t fuckingwreck youwhen I’m done?” I reach up and unclasp her bra, loving the way her tits spill out of it, nipples hard and ready for my tongue. I kiss her stomach, each of her hips, then nuzzle my nose into the soft patch of trimmed curls, inhaling when I catch a whiff of her arousal. “Whatcha think, baby? Huh?” I lick between her thighs, groaning when her tang hits my taste buds.
“I think you’d look better on your knees for me, like you did when you were proposing.”
Well goddamn. “Yes, ma’am.” I groan, then sink to my knees and she sinks to hers– only to lean back onto her elbows. She scoots down to the edge of the bed and spreads her thighs wide fucking open for me. I hiss when I can see how she glistens. I lean forward and kiss the inside of her knee. “Is all that for me?”
“It’s always been for you.” She moans when I get to her center, and lick up everything she’s got for me, from the base of her entrance up to her clit. I flick my tongue over her, kissing that little gem before sucking her into my mouth. I lave my tongue, circle and flick, caressing her clit as much as every moan that leaves her mouth caresses me.
“Such a pretty pussy spread open for me.”
Her hand goes back to my head. “Oh, fuck, Dean. Kiss her again and make me come, please. I want to come for you.”
I shove two fingers into her and chuckle when her hips buck against my face and her inner walls squeeze around my fingers. “You love coming for me, don’t you, baby?”
She nods and whimpers a “yes,” before shoving her pussy against my tongue, and I get back to work, pleasuring her, tasting and sucking and licking and nipping until she’s writhing, gasping,whimpering. I feel her pulsating around me a little too soon. Aww my poor baby, can’t last too long when my tongue is on her pussy. I pull my fingers out and put my hands on her inner thighs, spreading them farther apart so I can reach her asshole, and then wiggle my tongue against her puckered hole.
“Oh my God, Dean!”
I groan, not stopping, letting my nose dip into her cunt while I devour every little bit of her I can. I want to eat her alive. “That’s it, baby.” I switch from her ass to her pussy and back, slurping every drop she gives me, and when I feel her want to come, I stop. I get to my feet quickly and shovemy underwear down, spit on my hand, and rub it over the head of my dick with a stroke. I guide myself to her hot, wet opening and shove every fucking inch of my cock into her wanton pussy, brutally, just to hear her scream my motherfuckin name.
Yes.
I yank her by the tops of her thighs and thrust into her. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes!” She screams, and her back arches.
“Look at how fucking gorgeous this fat little pussy is when you take every inch of my dick, Verity.” I pump my hips in deeper, faster strokes. “My dick was fucking made to tear you apart.”
She gasps my name, clutching at the sheets.
