Page 10 of Vendetta

We enter my bedroom and her steps falter. I drop my hold on her hand and turn to look at her properly.

“I…” She begins but I know what’s she’s going to say. She thinks I’m going to fuck her. But I won’t. Not yet. I’m not so impatient I want my dessert all in one go. Besides there’s plenty of fun to be had in the unwrapping.

I put my finger over her lips to silence her. I could tell her with words. I could ease her fears but I won’t. I like that she’s on edge. I like that it feels like any minute she might crumble. After seeing her perfect mask of stoicism for so long it’s good to finally meet the real Eleri. The girl I know is lurking beneath the surface. And by the time I’m done she won’t be scared. She’ll be a monster to be reckoned with.

A goddess no one will dare to cross.

I start unbuttoning her shirt. It’s black. I think this girl only owns clothes in this one colour as if it would help her blend into the background. She swallows but she doesn’t try to stop me.

As the shirt comes undone I see glimpses of her body beneath and my mouth waters. Fuck me this girl has curves. Real curves. She’s built exactly as I imagined and some. I yank the shirt off desperate to see her now.

Her breath hits me as she starts to take in short bursts almost as if she’s hyperventilating.

“I’m going to make you feel good.” I say and she nods but I can see in her face the fear is still there.

I push her back, force her to move back and she stumbles before falling onto my bed. Her hair falls splayed. Her legs are open almost teasingly and I’m half tempted to rip her jeans off now that I can.

I crawl over her. My body on top of hers and she lets out the tiniest almost imperceptible whimper and at the sound my dick comes back to life. My blood starts pouring into it and it takes all my focus to keep myself calm.

Because this is about taking my time. Now that I have her, now that she’s within my grasp I need to tease the wanton part of her out, nurture the goddess inside her and build her up as the fierce woman I know she is.

I let my hand caress her starting with the swell of her waist and then I move up her stomach to where her breasts hang like forbidden fruit waiting for me to devour them.

They’re so big they can fill both my hands with just one perfect peak. I bury my face between her cleavage and her body responds. She arches her back. Her legs widen more and she gasps.

My perfect fucking queen gasps.

I look up at her. From this angle you can see exactly how her face should have been. How beautiful she was before.

I grab at the cup encasing her right tit and I yank it down. Her nipple is big. Incredibly so. No dainty little circles here. Just an unashamed coronet of perfection. I suck it in, needing her in my mouth. She moans as I do it and fuck does it make me suck harder.

My hand massages her, my tongue teases her. Her nipple gets harder and harder and in that moment I don’t think. I just act. I bite her. I bite hard and she jerks, crying out in shock.

But her body is already melting, giving into me because while my main focus has been on her incredible breasts my other hand has been undoing her jeans.

I slide in between her panties and they’re soaked. Drenched. It can’t be just from this moment. She must have been dripping out while my cock was buried down her throat.

“Is this all for me?” I say twirling my fingers in amongst the sopping fabric and she turns so red I laugh. “Don’t be embarrassed darling. I like that you’re this wet because you should be.”

She meets my gaze but she doesn’t reply. I can see she’s torn between her arousal and some voice in her head that’s still screaming danger.

“You got to taste me. Now it’s my turn.” I say sliding my fingers between her folds, feeling her sticky wet arousal as she spreads herself wider, inviting me to do what I want.

Her fear gone now, her need for me completely overriding it.

She feels so smooth. I expected hair, I expected at least a strip of it but the fact that there’s nothing but her bare skin makes me curious. I wonder what she’d look like, her cunt wide open and exposed for me. As my fingers move we hear the slick sounds of it and it spurs me on. I want to make her so wet all we can hear is her cunt dripping like a tap.

I suck her nipple back into my mouth and plunge my fingers inside her. She groans, writhing, encouraging me more like I need any encouragement.

I start working her away. Curling, pushing against her G spot to get her closer to where I want her. She moans more. Delicious, loud moans that make me half lose my focus.

My dick is throbbing so hard in my pants. All I can think of is burying it in her but she’s not ready. Even now, even while she’s coming apart at my touch she’s not ready for all of me. I yank the bra down properly, finally free her breasts and they flop so beautifully in front of my face. I grab the breast I’ve been ignoring and the nipple hardens at my touch. Her body is so obedient to me. So perfectly trained already.

I stare at her face, watching her move, watching her enjoy every second of what I’m doing to her.

Fuck she is perfect. My perfect fucking queen.

I grin, lowering my mouth to her breast once more and then a knock at the door makes me stop.

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