Page 146 of Stolen Voices
“Calliope.”
“Please,” I keen in frustration as I close my eyes and swivel my hips again.
Eli’s finger stills between my pussy lips as he bites one nipple and pinches the other between his fingers. His hands and mouth are nowhere and everywhere at the same time, driving me wild. “You’re going to need to learn patience, princess. I will never hurry with you. I haven’t spent the last two years fucking my fist to images of you bent over, spread open, and on your knees for me to rush our first time. Do you need reminding who’s in charge?” He releases my nipple and slips his finger through the ring at my throat.
My eyes snap open, meeting his mismatching blue-green eyes that swim with desire.
“Who’s in charge, Callie?”
My body responds to the dominance in his voice as easily as a light switch. The water in my mouth dries, my pussy stealing every ounce of liquid in my body. “You are,” I croak.
“Good girl.”
A moan tickles the back of my throat at his praise.
Eli smirks knowingly, and all I want is for him to use his mouth in other ways. He shakes his head like he knows what I’m thinking. “I own your pleasure, and tonight, I’m going to take my time. I’m going to map every freckle and taste every inch of your skin. I’m going to memorize every sound you make, every hitch of your breath, and every spasm and quiver your body makes as I slide my fingers, my tongue, and my cock through your pussy. There isn’t a spot on your body I won’t know by morning. Now, do you think you can be a good girl and stay still for me?”
“Yes.”
“Eyes on me.”
I obey.
Eli slides the fabric of my panties to the side and slips his finger through my pussy, gathering my arousal on the tip before slowly pushing it inside me. My mouth falls open on a groan as he curls his finger forward. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to have to work you extra hard to make sure you can take my cock.”
His thumb grazes my clit as he works another digit inside me. My body clenches around him as he scissors his fingers. My thighs shake as he pumps his fingers inside me, making the muscles in my pussy quake with pleasure.
“That’s it, Callie. Let it build, my love, but don’t come yet.”
My love.At the endearment, I almost lose the fight to the pressure as it coils in my lower belly, but I push back like he demanded.
“Just like that, baby. Push it back one more time for me.” He pumps his fingers slower before freezing deep inside me. Tears tingle in the back of my eyes as my orgasm crests the edge. “So fucking good, Callie. My perfect girl, holding off just like I asked. Are you ready to come?”
My responding yes is a pained groan.
“Go on, then. Move those hips and fuck my hand.”
He slightly curls his fingers forward as I lift my hips up and slam down on his stiff hand, fucking myself with his digits. My clit bumps the pad of his thumb with every fall as his fingers scrape the perfect spot on my inner walls. The tension deep inside me snaps and I come, hard, with a scream.
Eli covers my mouth with his, swallowing my moans of pleasure. I ride the waves of my orgasm, and grind down on him until I’m a boneless, wet mess. He sucks on my tongue, and I swear I could come again.
Removing his hand from my pussy, he snaps my underwear back into place and breaks our kiss. He brings his soaking-wet fingers to his lips and spreads my cum over them before slipping them into his mouth.
I watch as he licks and sucks his digits clean with an approving growl. “Delicious. You taste sweet, like honey. I could drink from your cunt every day.”
My cheeks flame, but my pussy muscles contract in delight at his dirty talk. The way he speaks to me is unreal and so hot. My body agrees as arousal drips down my thighs. I fight the urge to throw myself at him and ride him like a stallion.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to you saying things like that.”
Eli chuckles darkly as he brushes a strand of my hair back behind my ear, grazing my chin with his thumb. “I kind of hope you don’t. I like how your cheeks blush and it travels down to here.” He whisks the tops of my tits with his fingertips before lifting the fabric of my dress up.
I glance around the tent, thankful no one can see inside.
“Don’t worry, I’d never let anyone see you. Only I get to see you come.”
A mumbled, “Good,” is all I can manage. I don’t want anyone but Eli.
“Are you still hungry?”
