Page 70 of Born into Madness
With my hands still holding her in check, I grin and say, “Now beg me for it, Cyn. Let me hear how badly you need my cock to make yourself feel better. How bad do you need it,krovinka?”
I know I’m pushing her out of her comfort zone, so to help her along, I lift her up and press her closer so she’s flush against my aching flesh. She lets out another sweet-sounding moan when I slide her down my length. Her curls are soft against my cock, and the temptation to slide inside her is all-consuming. I’ve always been exceptionally good at waiting, though, and I’ve always enjoyed prolonging pleasure. This might not be the same thing as keeping someone alive so I can torture them longer, but there are some definite similarities.
Her hands slide up my shoulders and neck to cup my face, and when she brings her lips close to mine, she whispers, “Every part of me is begging you right now, Sasha.” Her tongue darts out to caress mine. “My body is begging for yours.”
It’s my turn to groan when I pull her back up the length of me and she rocks her hips so the connection between us is stronger. The firm pressure is enough to have my body shaking with need.
“Fuck,” I groan around her kiss.
I feel her smile before she says, “Sounds like you’re the one begging now, and in case you’ve forgotten, my name is tattooed on this giant cock of yours, so it kind of makes it mine.”
A surprised laugh slips out before I can stop it. She smiles at the sound of it before I take her bottom lip between my teeth and give it a little tug. “If there was ever anything in this world that could make me beg, it would be you,krovinka,and you’re right, it is yours.”
She doesn’t have the faintest idea the kind of power she wields over me. Maybe that’s for the best. All my little Cyn wouldhave to do is point her finger at whoever she wants killed, and I’d do it without a second thought. It’s a good thing my girl has such a sweet heart. She’s the perfect balance to all the dark inside me.
I could easily sit here like this with her all night, but since we’re on a time crunch, I lift her higher so I can wrap my mouth around her swollen nipple. I want her completely satisfied before meeting her friend. If I have my way, and I’m guessing I will, Cyn will always be walking around feeling sore, thoroughly used and marked by me, and completely satisfied in every way. She deserves nothing less.
Her moans fill the bathroom as her fingers go back to digging into my shoulders. I loosen my grip on her, letting her grind against me as much as she wants, and she takes full advantage of the freedom I allow her. The water splashes around us with the force of her movements. My tongue worships the mouthful of tit I have while my other hand cups one of her perfect round ass cheeks. Her slick breasts bounce as her greedy body takes what it wants from me.
I growl against her skin when she lifts up enough to press her soft slit against the head of my cock. My fingers dig into her ass, refusing to let her sink down onto me. We’re not losing our virginity in this tub while she’s racing against the clock to come. Pressing my teeth against her taut nipple, I give her a firm bite. She yelps and looks down at me, green eyes wide with surprise. When I soften my bite and run my tongue over her stinging flesh, I can’t help but remember the night I sliced off both of Drew’s nipples. The thought of doing that to Cyn sickens me, and it’s enough to have me gently rolling my tongue over her in an effort to take away all the pain I just gave her.
“Jesus,” she moans, watching me lick and suck her breast before I latch on even tighter, taking in as much of her as I can. “Let me move,” she begs.
My hand is still keeping her held up, and when I drop her tit so I can speak, my voice sounds as strained as I feel.
“Promise me you won’t take me inside you.”
Breathless, she cups my face and presses her forehead to mine. “Don’t you want me to?”
“More than fucking anything, Cyn, but not like this.”
“Why not?”
“Because this isn’t how I want to take your virginity or lose mine,” I tell her. When I know she’s seconds away from asking another question, I squeeze her ass and move her enough so she can slide down my length again. “Stop arguing and come for me,krovinka. Use me and get yourself off.”
“Only if you come with me,” she says, and I grin at how bossy she’s become.
“That won’t be a problem,” I say, knowing I’ll let go as soon as she does.
Her mouth is on mine as soon as the last word is out of my mouth, kissing me like she’ll never be able to get enough. I let her take her fill. I let her use me in a way that I would never allow anyone else. Her tongue dominates my mouth while her pussy runs up and down the length of my shaft, sending pleasure to every part of my body.
My deep groans mix with her feminine, sexy moans, and by the time I feel her body tense, I’m so close to the edge I’m barely hanging on. With my fingers digging into her ass, I keep her moving through her orgasm, using her pussy to jerk myself off, and when the orgasm hits me, I growl her name into our kiss and completely lose myself in her. Being with her is like getting a glimpse of heaven. It’s not a place I’ll ever experience, but it doesn’t matter, because mykrovinkabrings it to me. Heaven isn’t some place that will be denied to me at death. It’s right here with me, because it’sher.
With her body clinging to mine, the sweetness of her touch consuming me, cleansing me of every bad thing I’ve ever done, I know two things very clearly. One, I finally know I’m capable of loving someone who’s outside my family, because whatever the hell this is, it has to be love. I feel a warmth in my chest, and I know with absolute certainty that I would do anything for this woman. I know I have a heart because it’s sitting in my lap right now with her arms wrapped around me and a beautiful, satisfied smile on her face.
Cyn makes me human. I will never be normal, but she makes me human.
The second post-orgasm epiphany is that I’m marrying this woman as soon as possible. I won’t be able to rest until she’s mine in every possible way. Having her name tattooed on my dick isn’t enough.
Her lazy smile stays on her face when she kisses me again and asks, “What are you thinking?”
I think about telling her, but I’m not sure how, and I don’t want to scare her off. I only just moved her in a couple of hours ago. She almost fought me on that one, so I’m not sure how she would react at hearing she’ll be marrying me soon.
Not wanting to close myself off to her, I share a little of what I’m thinking and say, “I just never expected to find someone like you,krovinka.”
“Someone like me?” she asks. “What do you mean?”
With one arm securely wrapped around her, I cup her face with my free hand and run my thumb along her wet skin. “Someone who makes me feel human,” I say, unable to hide what I’m feeling from her. “Someone I don’t want to hurt and someone I don’t ever want to let go of.”
