Chapter Three #2
Instead, I pull her farther back until I can tease her peaked nipple with my teeth over that tiny scrap of lace. She does her best to arch her back but she's in my tight embrace. Her hips buck and I stop all movement.
“Careful, Siren, I'm taking my time admiring you. Do. Not. Move.”
“Maverick, please, please, please fuck me.”
“Not…” I pull the lace to the side and catch her nipple on my salivating tongue, eager to taste her flesh upon it.
“Yet.” She gasps when I inhale her nipple roughly into my mouth, and again she arches.
I allow it, only for the small knowledge I've stopped pistoning my hips and she's clenching around the head of my cock, trying to swallow me whole.
I lay her down and her thighs fall open, eager for me to fuck but instead I sit back in my chair and watch as her hole clenches around nothing, seeking me. “Spread yourself for your professor.” Soon, I'll say the word husband, and after, the father of her child. A fucking honor.
She reaches down and uses two fingers to spread those puffy lips wide, unashamedly exposing herself to my greedy eyes.
I wet two of mine in my mouth and then roughly shove them into her but I don't move them.
I only circle her swollen pink clit with the pad of my thumb, enjoying the way her flesh moves with me. Fuck.
“Maverick!”
I shush her before I place the most tender kiss on her clit, circling my tongue over it, loving her breathy little sighs, the way her thighs tremble.
I trace open mouth kisses on her inner thighs, gently fucking her with my fingers, rotating them, spreading them, enjoying the tiny moans, her willingness to not move, to please me by letting me play with what's mine.
“Such a good little angel for me, aren't you Raven?”
“Professor, please,” she rasps, hands balled into fists at her sides. Fuck. That still does things to me that feel forbidden. She's losing her struggle to not buck, to not chase my fingers.
I almost burst at the sight when I withdraw my fingers and see a tiny river of her cream pooling down to her rosebud, and her pussy once again, searching for me.
I go in, licking both holes, feasting like a starved man, keeping my hands on her inner thighs so she can't move or squirm.
She can't do anything but try her hardest to buck against my face.
Only then do I stand again and shove every aching, hard inch of my cock into her and she screams for me, back arching but I press down on her stomach so she feels me.
Rut.
Rut.
Rut.
I spit on her clit, then smack it every time my balls are flush against her ass. “There you go, Siren. Come for your professor, make a mess on my cock. Drench me. My filthy fucking girl. So beautiful.”
Her knees come up to her chest, her hand between us and my very good fucking girl rains down that delicious liquid hellfire on me with a cry.
Violent heat coils around my core, my cock throbs and my fingers clutch at her thigh roughly, digging into her skin. I know it will leave bruises. Bruises I'll trace with my tongue later.
I stare down at the harbinger of death and chaos writhing before me, the pink blush from her chest up to her face, lips parted, eyes hooded, as her pussy begins to pulsate around me again.
Three little words leave her plush lips as my hips pound into her; my thrusts turn into a punishing torrent of ruts at the thought of her ever leaving me.
Such an equivocally violent, beautiful, destroyer of my worlds. My damnation. My heart.
I come with a roar not even two seconds after her as she milks my cock, sucking me deeper, clenching.
I stay, mesmerized by the warmth I feel when she’s so fucking full of me.
It makes my dick twitch, wanting to come back to life.
I lean over her and kiss her supple lips.
Praise her for taking me so well. Haul her up into my arms and sit, with my cock still nestled inside, her head on my shoulder, arms loosely draped over mine.
“I love you,” I whisper into her chocolate hair.
“Always,” she mumbles back, happily.
I can't wait to marry her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me? Just us?”
She pulls away, molten dark honey eyes searching mine but she looks excited. “Just us?”
I press a kiss atop her still flushed cheek.
“Just us.” I parrot. My gorgeous girl grins and nods enthusiastically.
I pat her on the hip and help her climb off of me.
I grin like a madman when my cum leaks down her thighs.
Fuck, that is always a delicious sight. I stand, tuck myself back into my pants and kiss her on the temple just above her scar.
“I’ll send a message to the guys and let them know not to expect us home anytime soon. ”
I keep my promises to her.
So during dinner, when I promise I’m going to fuck her as soon as we get into Brooklyn Heights, I do just that.
I pull into her favorite cemetery, the one she always walks Kronos around, and fuck her on a tombstone while she holds on to me so tight I can feel every vibration of her moans against my chest. The full moon casts a glow on my fallen angel’s skin, and I know, without a doubt, I’d follow her into the pits of hell.
As long as it’s for eternity.