• Twenty-Seven •
I had just shown her the heaven that did exist, and she’d let me taste it.
Thatcher
Her chest rose and fell as she lay there, asleep. The second orgasm had caused her to pass out, and she’d not come back around. Even when I had jerked off on her thighs and pussy lips, she’d not stir. The view of her lying there, asleep with her legs open and my cum coating her skin, was my version of holy.
I had lost it there for a moment. If she hadn’t blacked out, I’d probably still be between her legs, eating her like my last fucking meal. It was best for her that she had given in to her exhaustion.
I flicked my tongue out and licked my lips again, loving that her taste was still there. If I could wash my fucking clothes in the scent of her pussy, I would. I shouldn’t have put my mouth on her, but it had happened. Now, I would need to do it often. Who knew unfucked pussies tasted so damn good? I’d licked hundreds, and not one had ever made me lose my mind.
She’d brought him back here, thinking she was gonna take him inside. Let another man touch her. I’d said things that hurt her for her own benefit. Then, she’d gone and started dating some fucker who wasn’t a Bible-toting Christian. He’d have stuck his dick inside what wasn’t his. Or he’d have tried. I’d have sliced the offending appendage off first. Not in front of Capri, of course. She didn’t need to see that shit.
I brushed the hair back from her face. So damn perfect. Not meant for someone like me, but I’d not be able to watch someone else have her. I had taken it too far, and now, I wasn’t just protecting her. She was mine. I’d protect her from me too. Her pussy I’d keep pleased with my mouth. I hadn’t thought I would enjoy that, but I’d been wrong. I was gonna need it from now on. Smirking, I watched her curl up, arching toward the touch of my hand. She was gonna need it too.
My angel wasn’t tarnished. I’d left her just as perfect as she had always been. I had just shown her the heaven that did exist, and she’d let me taste it.