Page 126 of Ruthless Chaos
I should let her sleep, but I can’t stop myself.
She’s too tempting.
I massage her clit with the heel of my palm, pumping two fingers into her needy cunt. A soft moan leaves her, kindling to the lust burning through my veins.
Last night gave me a taste.
I want to watch her come over and over again, as often as possible.
Miraculously, Alize is still asleep. The tension building in her body is evident, though.
Her cheeks are glowing, and she’s grinding into my hand, opening her legs to give me better access to her. My fingers are dripping with her juices. It soaks her thighs and the bed sheets.
Even in her sleep, she’s a fucking tease.
I need more of her.
Ever since that night by the lake, I’ve wondered what she tastes like.
It’s a feat to change positions without waking her, but I manage it. I straddle the lower half of her with my upper body.
I want her to wake up to a mind-blowing orgasm—that should relax her.
Gripping her hips lightly, I run my tongue along her slit, greedily lapping up her arousal as I go. She tastesamazing.
Alize is sweet and a little salty. It’s fucking delicious.
Something stirs to life within me—it’s carnal and possessive. Fitting my tongue between the folds of her flesh, I find her engorged clit and wrap my lips around it, sucking.
Her whole body shudders, her thighs clamping around my head.
I tighten my grip so she can’t writhe away.
I worship her with my mouth—kissing and sucking until her legs are shaking. Unbelievably, she gets wetter still. Her cunt convulses around my tongue, and she grinds against my face.
She’s so close.
That’s when I slip a finger inside her, curling it while I suck her clit.
Alize’s soft moans and heavy breathing sound like music, filling the room. I love that she’s not quiet—I can’t wait to explore how loud she can get.
My cock is so hard it hurts, but I don’t care.
I need to see her come again. I’m desperate for it.
There’s a breathy gasp from her, then a squeal rips through the air.
Alize’s pussy spasms around my tongue, and her thighs squeeze my head so tight pain blooms in my temples. Her hands are in my hair, her fingernails sharp against my scalp.
I keep working my tongue as she comes, lapping up all of her.
“Alexander….” She sounds hoarse and out of breath.
That only turns me on more.
What she feels is entirely because of me, and only I can make her feel this way.
I raise my head. Her hazel eyes are wide, her bosom rising and falling with each shallow breath. I smirk and hold her gaze, slowly licking her from my lips.
