Page 68 of Lust
While they weren’t overly large, I loved the size and shape of her breasts. Fascinated, I watched the perfect olive-colored areolas and nipples stand erect under the attention of my tongue running over them.
Sara writhed underneath me, the hot and cool sensation making her gasp. Her cunt was still wet against my cock, and every time I rubbed it, she cried out in her sleep.
“Oh, fuck!” Cute little moans escaped her parted lips.
Yes, I determined, I would happily go to Hell for eternity if I could hear that sound for the rest of my mortal life.
My balls drew up painfully, cock pulsing hard in my closed fist as her back arched for one more climax. Her breasts brushed against my bare chest, and I dipped my head for another taste of her nipples.
Everything of hers tasted so damn sweet. She tasted like a goddamn princess. Perversely, the thought of how I was dirtying the virtuous princess in her sleep was what had me coming all over her plump, juicy cunt. White drops sprayed against her pussy, her thighs, and her stomach, dripping down to the mattress.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.”
There was so much of it that I could hardly believe it. My head dropped in the crook of her neck, breathing loudly, matching her sleepy moans. When the orgasm finally subsided, I groaned, falling to the side and running both hands over my face.
Dipping two fingers inside her cunt, I gathered her juices and brought the fingers to my mouth. My perversion had a mind of its own and would never be satiated because my cock jumped again at her taste, and I turned my face to stare at her sleepy form. She was breathing softly, haphazard after how I had used her body.
I cleaned her off with a washcloth but couldn’t force myself to leave.
“Forgive me, Angel,” I murmured. Not only for what I had done to her but for what I wanted tokeepdoing. Before long, I had undressed her entirely as the need for her outweighed my sanity.
With my fingers to my temple, I tried to orient myself. I had only taken half a pill tonight to decrease a potential hangover as I planned on tackling a big project tomorrow. The effects of the small dose must be wearing off because I generally slept through everything while under the influence.
However, a gentle caress between my legs and the ruffling of sheets made me groan. My eyes fluttered at the feel of the fingers between my thighs, gently thrusting in and out while a thumb massaged my folds.
Great. Another bout of my sleep-induced horniness.
Given my introduction to sex, one would think I would have given up on sex entirely. Instead, I had woken up with my hand between my legs every single night.
However, something about tonight’s scene niggled me in my subconscious. My fingers weren’t so thick, and I wasn’t quite as… advanced at playing my body so well.
But I could barely focus on logic when my body had been so perfectly prepped for the sendoff. My pussy clamped down, thighs quaking with an immense need to release the budding heat. My back arched, head moving side to side.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chanted mindlessly, ready to give up my soul in exchange for reaching that peak. “Oh God, oh God. That feels so good.”
The perfect unison was joined by a wet tongue flattening against my clit that was desperate for attention.
My eyes flew open as soon as I realized someone was giving me oral.
Earlier, I had a dream of coming in my sleep, but now it was clear as day. It wasn’t a dream, and those weren’t my fingers. Someone was in my bed, caressing me between my legs while I was unconscious and stark naked.
I swallowed several times in the dark. My body—that was tethering at the edge of an ecstasy forced on me—warred with the terror gripping my insides.
In a swift move, I tried to jump off the bed to dislodge the fingers and tongue. The man in my bed reacted faster. He was on me, tackling me back to the mattress. And when I parted my lips to scream at the sight of an equally naked Tristan, he slapped a hand over my mouth.
No.
No.
No.
After the first time—when he didn’t go inside me even while I was cuffed and blindfolded—hope had budded that Tris would oblige to my boundaries. I had stupidly believed that the violence between us was a one-off for him and that I was the one in control. That I could hurt him with my body, not the other way around.
What an idiot I must have been.
That small piece of trust he had regained was replaced by the raw emotions from the week’s events. The assault. The false promises. Poor Tobias. And now this betrayal.
Heartbroken, I turned my face away to quietly sob into the pillow.
