’Lias #2
Far from done, I slide a finger between her labia, the rough pad strokes her swollen clit until she groans and desperation has her rocking back to me—that’s what I thought.
I slap her pussy one more time, watching her convulse and cry out before sinking two fingers into her.
With my palm facing down, I perfect the angle needed to manipulate her sweet spot and press my knuckles against her walls.
The sting of punished skin, the invasion, and milking her engorged cunt has my damn hand coated in her arousal—masochist.
Ohhhh, the things we are going to do together, Spawn.
Covering her back with my chest, I accumulate her hair and fist it at her nape—controlling her head as I bite the smooth skin inches to the right.
The sensitive juncture makes her tense and curl her head to her shoulder to shy away from the burn.
When she fails to divert my bite, her devious screams distort into a dreamy moan.
My dick hardens at the back of her thigh when her pussy clamps violently around my fingers—having me rethink this entire intervention.
I want back inside of her. I want to invade Sadie so thoroughly those fucking voices run from me like vermin. I’ll conquer her, own every goddamn inch, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. She’s all fucking mine and I don’t share, especially with demons.
Abandoning my bite, the flat of my tongue caresses the furious bite mark I’ve left in scarlet. Tasting the metallic tang of her blood as she shivers under my tender assault.
Grinding deliberately, she uncovers another deadly sin she’s yet to indulge in—let’s see if we can get through all seven before the night’s over. So far, we’ve visited wrath, greed, and lust.
Four more, Spawn—we’ll start with gluttony.
A whimper’s all it takes to push me past my breaking point, obliterating any form of common sense.
I’m a weak fucking man.
Plunging my fingers through her slick folds, I roughly kiss the side of her head, her temple, down to the apple of her right cheek while losing control. She does this to me, makes me mad for her.
“Say…yes, Sunshine. Say yes and I’ll make the noise stop.” Hard breaths displace her blood-stained hair as they puncture my plea.
This was a gamble I took with both eyes open and I’m a lucky bastard for how it’s paying off. Fervently, Sadie squirms as my fingers hook harder into her sweet spot and she tries to fuck herself on them. Leaving me mesmerized by the hungry thrust of her hips.
Fucking hell.
Callously, my digits break free from her just long enough for me to suck her arousal off of them. Hurriedly, they refocus on her clit while I shove my boxers down far enough for my cock to spring free.
“F…fuck, Sadie. Use your sharp words and tell me you want me. Say it or we stop.” I bite her ear this time and she keens, shaking with frustration when I stop and she loses the orgasm she’s chasing.
“Please! Please, ‘Lias.”
With fucking pleasure.
Impatient and dying without her, I grasp my cock and manage two strokes before I naturally seek her out and slide into her tight cunt. Simultaneously we moan, her needy one harmonizing with my starving call for relief.
“S…shit, tha—that’s it.”
Deep strokes fill her up, three, four, five times as we forget we exist anywhere other than this moment. Where she asked for me, which does stupid shit to the tired sack in my chest.
Seizing her hips, I lift until Sadie’s on her knees—balancing her on her shirt-clad chest and flushed face. She’s mine, all fucking mine. Every part, every sharp lash of her quick tongue, the jaw-dropping round globes of her naked ass, to her cock-stuffed cunt—mine.
White knuckling my fingertips into the pale bruises that formed from earlier, she quakes when I draw back and snap forward. She grips me with enough force to strain my thighs and glutes, sucking me in where I can’t escape. In return, I slam forward, making her slide along the floor.
Earlier was full of niceties, now she’s made the grave mistake of offering a meal to a starving man.
When I was younger, I had plenty of women under me, but none of them held a candle to Sadie—she wields power over me like no one else. Making me crave a life greater than Kevlar and gunpowder
She’s dangerous.
Brat can push me away all she wants; right here—deep inside her—is where I belong.
A brief flutter tattles on her. The short bursts evolve into a rapid fire around my cock and fuck me if it isn’t transcendent—how damn good it feels to fill her as she unravels.
Curling my hand at the back of her neck, fingers and thumb apply pressure on her arteries, I pull out and snap back into her—lewd slaps of flesh split the otherwise quiet of her apartment. When she tightens, so does my squeeze, until her ears turn a brighter pink and she teeters on the edge.
“Gonna come for me, Sunshine? Go on then. Soak my cock,” I pant.
We both race to the edge now, bowing before the blinding release neither one of us is willing to escape. If everything else fails, we have this, she has me, and I’ll do anything to keep her blissfully numb if it means she doesn’t hurt herself anymore.
“LIAS!” she sobs so damn beautifully.
The skin over her knuckles pale when she scrapes her nails against the floor, trying to claw her way through her orgasm. She takes, and takes, and takes until she cries and bursts violently around my dick.
“Yes! There we fucking go!”
Leaning over, my forehead presses to the back of her head. I suck in breath after breath of Sadie, inviting her deep into my lungs before jerk and spill rope after rope of cum inside of her.
So much for waiting.