Chapter 15
Graham
I am a man of my word.
Despite how much I want to find this pathetic William and tear him apart piece by piece, bit by bit, before hanging him on a spike to bleed out in the sun…
he served a benefit to me. He bought me the right to taste my woman’s cunt.
In retrospect, this is the smartest possible outcome.
I perform a favor for my little flower, all while she knows that if she ever talks to that bastard again, this deal is off.
I will personally cut his fucking head off.
And that is exactly how I end up standing over her, watching her send the text with trembling fingers: “I’m fine, William. Thank you for everything. Don’t worry, I’m okay, and you will be too. Stay safe! Talk soon! PS: Congrats on the raise.”
A hard vein in my eye keeps twitching until she finally puts the phone away, looking up at me like a terrified deer caught in headlights.
It is time to collect my prize: the taste of her cunt. She teased me with it yesterday until I panted like a dog, sucking the last traces of her sweet juices from the crotch of those tiny panties. Now I get to taste it straight from the source.
“Um… um, thank you, I guess,” she stammers.
I stifle a laugh. “You’re welcome, little flower.”
She swallows hard, her eyes darting around the room. “Well… if it wasn’t for you, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place, so I shouldn’t really be thanking you.”
She is rambling because she’s awkward.
Well, too fucking bad.
Her pussy belongs to me.
I pounce on her, my weight pinning her to the mattress.
“Tell me that you want me to taste your cunt, Maya,” I command, hovering over her.
The tips of her ears glow a furious red.
“Tell. Me,” I growl, fisting her hair.
Finally, she forces the words out. “Eat my cunt… there. Are you hap—”
Her words cut into a shriek as I rip her pajama bottoms and panties down her legs. I spread her legs wide to reveal the prettiest pussy in the entire world.
Getting this rock-hard without a single drop of Viagra in my system is an intoxicating rush I am still getting used to. My dick throbs against my trousers.
Her pussy is perfect. Pink, completely hairless, and one of her inner labia juts out slightly more than the other, giving her mound a pouty look. I want to kiss that pout.
I am hyperventilating, drool pooling in my mouth.
“Please…” she whispers, trying to cover her cunt with her hands. “I’m shy, Graham. Stop looking.”
I pin her hands above her head and lean down to rub my beard over her pussy lips.
The man I was before meeting her would have gagged at the mere notion of this.
But her?
I am hyper-fixated.
As I press closer, a scowl twists my features. I don’t smell her juices. Instead, the scent of cherry lotion fills my nose.
With a growl, I stick out my tongue and take a hard lick, my scowl deepening when I don’t fucking taste her. I taste synthetic cherries from some lotion.
What the fuck?
I spit the taste from my tongue, glaring at her. Maya immediately slams her hands over her face, her voice muffled and mortified. “Oh my god… don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who are shocked that a human organ tastes like a human organ!”
“Quite the opposite, Maya,” I grumble.
I scoop her into my arms as she squirms and fights against my chest. I am pissed off because she tried to cover up the natural, beautiful taste of her body. I don’t want to taste lotion. I want to taste her.
I carry her into the master bathroom, turning on the shower. I step into the stall with her, holding her securely under the warm stream while I wash the lotion off her pussy with my fingers.
“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. Kill me now,” she groans, looking up at the ceiling as if begging the heavens for patience.
“This is all your fault. What part of ‘I want to eat your cunt’ made you think I wanted to lick lotion off your pretty pussy, Maya?” I hiss.
“Graham, why won’t you just shut up?!” she fires back.
Usually, anyone talking back to me like that would push me into a killing spree.
But fuck… with her, it just makes me want to laugh.
It makes me feel alive.
I carry her dripping body back to the bedroom, throwing her onto the mattress. Her wet legs soak the silk sheets beneath her.
I pull her thighs over my shoulders and plunge my face between her legs. When my tongue touches her clean skin for the first time, my eyes roll back into my head.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
It tastes like salt, heat, and her natural skin.
Fuck, it is so goddamned good.
I try to breathe entirely through my nose while I lick, getting the absolute most of her delicious taste.
I swirl my tongue over her clit like it’s an ice cream cone before fucking her pussy with my tongue.
I suck on her inner labia, pulling it into my mouth.
I want to make her squirt like I heard some women can.
I want to be the man who gives her maximum pleasure.
I drive two fingers deep inside her while my mouth devours her, pressing my other hand against her lower tummy. I may have read a ‘how to eat pussy’ guide or two before this, as I have never done it before. I want it to be good for her too.
Maya thrashes against the pillows, her fingers knotting in my hair as she tries to push me away.
“Graham, stop! Please! I don’t think I can hold it!”
Truly, the psychotic monster in my chest doesn’t give a single fuck if it’s pee or a squirt. I am so entirely obsessed with her that I wouldn’t mind if she pissed into my mouth.
But when she starts sobbing, my protective instinct sparks. The instincts that only appear with her.
I want her to enjoy it.
Not hate it.
I remove my hand from her lower tummy, caressing her hair instead.
I focus on her clit, sucking, biting gently, and even pulling it between my lips.
Maya lets out a wail as she orgasms. She shakes uncontrollably beneath my mouth.
I can’t help but suck up every single drop of her juices as she comes.
Delicious.
A delicacy.
When I finally pull back, my beard is soaked with her juices.
Emotion swells in my chest until it aches. I can’t seem to hold all of it. I draw her into my arms and against my chest. Holding her tightly, I kiss her tear-streaked cheek and whisper gentle comforts into her hair, wanting nothing more than to make her feel safe.
Just like I enjoy breaking her in bed, I enjoy putting her back together afterward. And doing it again, and again, and again until she’s addicted to me.
Just like I’m addicted to her.