Page 16 of Vendetta

“I like watching you. And I like the way you are when you think no one is there. When you think no one is observing you. You come out of your shell. You become yourself.”

“Huh.” I reply. He’s a voyeur. I hadn’t pegged him as that despite all the times I’ve felt his eyes on me when I’ve been working. “So…” I put my hand on his chest. “Did it turn you on to see me like that?”

He grins. Like he likes the fact I’m not being coy. And in truth I’m surprised by it too. I guess my old self is closer to the surface than I realised.

“It would turn me on more to make you cum.” He says pulling the covers off from me and taking in the satin slip. “You’re wearing it.”

“I thought it would be rude not to.” I say.

He starts yanking it up my thighs in quick bursts. “Very rude.” He agrees as he exposes my entire lower half to him.

I move my legs wider. Just a little.

“You are keen.” He says.

“I’ve not cum in over two years. You did that. You gave me that.”

He nods moving so that his body is on me and his face is parallel to my pussy. “So is this my reward?”

“Do you want it to be?” I say. Fuck I’m so turned on right now I think I’m actually shaking. He’s staring at me like he’s never seen a naked woman before. Like what lies between my thighs is his only path to salvation.

“My reward will be you cuming all over my tongue while you scream my name.” He states.

I nod almost mindlessly. He could say anything right now and I’d agree because I’m so desperate for him. Desperate to feel him. Desperate to have him touch me.

His tongue does a long slow swipe along me and I groan.

“Spread your legs more. I want to feast on this fat cunt of yours.” He says.

And I do it. I spread my legs wide. As wide as they’ll go.

His tongue laps at me. In great slurping motions. I rock my hips, enjoying every second of his undivided attention now that I have it.His fingers begin to probe me and I moan out as they slowly slide inside and my body welcomes them.

“Your cunt is so inviting.” He groans as he spreads his fingers wider, opening me up for him slip tongue inside, licking me out.

“Oh god.” I cry out.

“There are no gods here Eleri. Just you and me.” He murmurs. His hot breath caresses my flesh almost as deliciously as his fingers are.

He starts twisting them, pumping away. He’s got three fingers in me. It feels so tight. And I wonder if he’s prepping me ready for his cock. His lips move to my clit. He begins sucking, rolling it over his tongue, and I wilt. Jesus I wilt. I mewl. I become some hot mess that can barely contain herself.

My legs kick out, my body starts gyrating as if I want to face fuck him and he sits back watching me as his fingers move to take over this new delicious torture.

“Oh fuck. Oh god.” I’m shouting I realise. I’ve never shouted, not like this.

“That’s it my queen.” He says. “Come apart for me.”

And I do. I don’t even realise how I’m moving but as his fingers massage my clit I lose myself in waves of undulating pleasure.I throw my head back, it feels like my skull is trying to escape my body but I love every minute of it. I scream. I scream so loud and it’s his name on my lips. Even if he hadn’t told me to say it. Even if he hadn’t said he wanted to hear it, I’d be calling for him. Crying for him. Cuming for him.

As I start to come down he stays where he is, watching, staring at my pussy and up at where the slip has shifted and my left breast is making an obvious bid for freedom.

I must look a mess. I must look an absolute state but from the way he’s admiring me you wouldn’t think it.

I try to move the slip, to at least make myself decent but he grabs at the fabric preventing me and he gives me a firm, don’t argue with me look.So I lay there, with my tit exposed and my pussy open and used, right in front of his face as if I’m not embarrassed. As if I’m not self-conscious.

“Have you ever squirted?” He asks.

I look down at him shaking my head. “No. My body doesn’t do that.”

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