Page 68 of Architecti
Midnight hoists my top up and yanks down my bra cup, exposing a breast and I lose the last shreds of control I’ve been clinging onto.
My nipple tightens before she can sink her tongue and teeth over the peaked nub.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as my mind drifts on the ebbing waves of magic and lust.I want her tongue, her teeth, her fingers.I need to be fucked.And I need to be fuckedhard.
She pulls me off the bookshelf and spins me to face it.
“Hands.Now,” she growls, pushing them flat against the shelf.
From behind, she unbuckles my trousers and slides them to my ankles.
“What if we’re seen?”I squeal with the one logical brain cell I still have.
“Then they’ll get a good show, won’t they?Now, be a good girl and spread your legs.Daddy’s fucking famished.”
I am so screwed.I obediently spread my legs as wide as my trousers will allow.There are no rational brain cells left.They’ve migrated to my pussy.I’m soaking, needy and eager.
She lowers herself to her knees, her hands find my cheeks and spread me.She stretches my pussy with such obscene force that my lips part and a rush of air slips between my thighs.
“Fuck, your pussy is divine.”
My hands grip the first thing they find, my knuckle bones straining the skin on my hands.
“Please, fuck me,” I beg.
She tilts my hips, exposing my pussy further and I moan at how filthy the image of me must be.Legs splayed, pussy and arse on show.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me,” I say.
A growled hum billows from her chest as her hand lands on my cheek.I shunt forward, knocking several jars off the bookshelf.
Her fingers smooth over the stinging prints until her teeth sink into the flesh, and I groan against the searing pain.
Her tongue spears my pussy, jutting into my entrance and making me cry out as waves of pleasure ripple outward.She licks me from clit to hole and back again, mopping up every drop of excitement.
“Fuck,” I moan.
She licks faster, her tongue doing things that make my body shiver and tremble against the tides of pleasure washing through me.
I moan her name, scream for more as I lose myself in the sensations of her touch and the rhythm of magic flowing through me.
Black ribbons rip from the wall and coil around my hands as more and more magic builds the closer she pushes me to orgasm.
She pushes two fingers inside me, her tongue finding my ring of muscle, and I swear stars splinter across my vision.
I’m so out of it, I nearly slip off the edge of the bookcase.My hands grip harder, and—wait.I’m not holding the bookcase, it’s a bone.Thick too, but the end is rounded smooth, worn from erosion.The other end is balled—a joint.Possibly a humerus or maybe a femur?
No.
I can’t.
It’s sick.
It’s completely shameless.
And yet…
I slide the bone between my thighs and gasp.
