Page 21 of Welcome to Carnage

Avina’s footsteps come to a halt. I smirk. Bad idea. Hiding never works, and I know I’ll find her. Perhaps she wants me to find her. Perhaps my girl is getting just as fucking turned on as I am.

“Almost there, little hellion,” I mutter, my voice thick with desire.

Her breath hitches because she heard me, alerting me to her hiding place. She’s hiding behind a huge cut-out of Dracula, her breathing so loud I don’t know how she thinks she’ll evade me.

“Hello, little hellion,” I say as I turn the corner.

Her eyes widen, and she turns to run again, but I grab her wrist before she can escape.

“No more running,” I yank her beautiful, curvy body against my chest and snake one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. “I’ve got you now.”

A shiver races through her body. “Nyx, let me go.”

“No,” I breathe against her ear. “I will give you a little preview of what’s to come.”

It’s as if she picked this spot especially. Behind the cardboard cut-out is a huge wooden crate upturned, the perfect place to put my girl and spread her thighs wide so I can finally get a taste.

Tightening my grasp on her, I force her onto the crate. “Stay there for me.” I hold her gaze and slide my hands up her beautiful, creamy thighs, hitching her skirt to her hips.

She’s wearing a lacy thong, similar to the one I stole, but her cunt glistens with arousal.

“Fuck you’re so damn wet for me, baby.”

She sucks in air and shuts her eyes, her head falling backward. “Nyx, what the hell are we doing?”

I smirk. “Open your eyes for me.”

She obeys my command like a good little submissive and looks me in the eye through my mask. While she can’t see mine through the mask, I can see hers, and they’re fucking beautiful.

“Good little hellion. I want to watch while you come apart for me. I want you to watch me taste you. Got it?”

She nods in response, licking her plump lips.

I move my mask up enough so my mouth is free, push aside the string of her thong, and then inhale her scent, groaning as my cock becomes painful in the confines of my pants. Using my free hand, I rub my aching cock, then drag my tongue up her inner right thigh, stopping inches from her dripping pussy.

She groans as I move away and do the same on her left thigh.

When I stop again, a more irritated sound escapes her lips. “What are you doing?”

I arch a brow. “Patience is a virtue,” I murmur.

She scowls at me.

I chuckle, bringing my thumb to her throbbing clit. I rub in slow circles, watching as she squirms underneath me. “You’re so fucking eager for me.”

I feel her gasps of pleasure as my cock leaks in my briefs, but there’s so much more teasing to come.

I lower my face between her thighs, breathing in her intoxicating scent. I stick my tongue out, licking once up her soaked slit.

She jerks in response. Her hands fly to my hair. “Nyx.” My name is a plea from her lips.

“Yes, baby?” I respond, fully aware of the need in her voice. I continue my ministrations, teasing her swollen clit with gentle strokes, avoiding the place she yearns me to touch the most.

She groans in frustration, her hands tightening in my hair. I can feel her shaking, the anticipation building. But I hold her in suspense, watching her squirm and buck, her plump lips releasing soft whimpers.

Without warning, I delve my tongue into her wet pussy, tasting her fully. Her body arches, a strangled cry escaping her lips. “Nyx, please,” she whimpers, her plea doing things to me that I don’t expect.

I slow my pace, pulling back to admire the view before me. Avina’s chest heaves, and her cheeks are flushed as she begs me with her eyes to continue. But I wait. I savor this moment and the raw desire in her eyes.

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