Page 93 of Undisputed Chaos
Isla
What’s in it for me?
I grinned.
Adrian
Dinner and compliments.
She obeyed, parting her thighs to reveal the glistening evidence of her need.
I drank in the sight of her—pink and swollen and absolutely soaked for me.
Her pussy was a work of art, delicate folds glistening with arousal, the light from her window catching every drop of moisture that betrayed how much she wanted me.
The soft, rose-tinted lips were parted slightly, and I could see how desperate she was to be filled.
She was perfect, every fucking inch of her.
Her inner thighs trembled slightly, the subtle arch of her hips that pushed her heat forward like an offering—it was better than any artpiece I'd ever seen.
Her clit was swollen, peeking out from its hood, practically begging for my tongue, my fingers, my attention.
Adrian
Such a dirty girl. That pretty pussy is practically weeping for my cock, isn't it?
Isla
Adrian…
Adrian
I know, angel. I can see how much you need it. Your pussy's so swollen, so needy.
Those pink lips are just begging to be kissed, aren't they? And that little clit… I want to suck on it until you scream.
The knife trembled against my shaft as I fought to maintain control.
The sight of her spread open for me, vulnerable and trusting, andabsolutely drenched with need, was almost enough to make me come right then and there.
Adrian
You have the most beautiful pussy, Isla. So tight, so made just for me. I can practically taste how sweet you are from here.
Isla
So what’s my dinner? I’m starving.
I laughed at the subject change—my angel got overwhelmed by her own desire and needed a distraction.
Adrian
What do you want, pretty girl? Name it.
Isla
Italian. Something decadent.
