Page 98 of Architecti
I slide the blue plastic shaft between her lips.She’s tentative at first, but her confidence builds as she twirls her tongue around the cock.She bounces up and down, her eyes rolling shut as she laps up my juices.
I grab her hair and loop it around my fist, pulling her down on the cock.She makes a choking sound.
“My leg if it’s too much,” I say
But she responds by sinking lower onto the dildo.Her eyes stream as she gags, soaking the strap with saliva.
I pull her off, lift her under her arms and drop her onto the bed so she’s on her front bent over, her arse facing me.
I kick her knees wider so I have a view of her glistening slit.I slide into the gap and draw my tongue from her clit all the way up to her arsehole.
She squeals as I touch her ring of muscle, and it makes my whole body heat with a carnal need.
I moan into her folds as I lap at her pussy.She tastes sweet and heady and a little sharp.It’s heavenly, and I ravish every millimetre of flesh I find.Licking and sucking and nibbling until she’s panting.
Her fingers bunch the bed sheets as she balls them in her fists.
“I’m going to come,” she moans.
I lick harder, faster.Her body writhes under me.I pull my hand back and slap her arse.As I bring my fingers to her entrance, she’s so wet I can slide two straight into her pussy.
“Oh gods,” she pants, her back arching.
I pull my fingers out, bring the cock to her entrance and then I slam in all the way to the hilt.
“Midnight,” she cries my name, pleading as I drive her to the edge of pleasure and then switch up.
I bring my hand down on her arse hard enough to leave a print.It’s perfect, her white cheek and my red handprint.I wish it would stay there forever.
Marked.
Mine.
I drive my hips forward, over and over, slapping her arse harder and harder.I slap because I want her.Because she doesn’t want me.And because even if she did, this is all going to be over in a matter of weeks anyway.
Her face is pushed into the covers, a fucking mess of my come, her saliva and tear-streaked cheeks.My pussy throbs at the sight of her.
The first hint of that rune appears on her neck.
“Harder,” she begs.“Fuck me harder.”
I slam my cock in, lean down and slide my hand to her clit.It only takes two strokes of my fingers before she’s screaming obscenities and falling slack on the bed.
“So fucking beautiful,” I breathe.But it’s the silent words that come after that terrify me.
So fucking mine.
“Can you see them?”she mumbles, when her breathing comes back to normal.
“Yeah,” I say, the moment passing, tucked away like a happy little memory orb.But I don’t think about that.
I don’t think about the way her hand felt in mine, or how desperately I want to spend my life watching her light up as she teaches, or all the ways I want to make her body fall apart with pleasure.
Instead, I hop off the bed and examine her neck, taking her to the mirror.
“Well?”I ask.
“I still can’t see it.”
