Page 67 of Dark Delights

She huffed out a frustrated laugh. “I don’t want you…you’re just here. I want to come, and you’re just here.”

Her words pissed me off, but I knew they were a lie. I pinched her clit regardless, and she gasped.

“And you’re so wet, I can feel it all the way through your underwear. Since you don’t want me, I guess you had an accident…how embarrassing.”

I slid my hand back under the elastic of her panties and touched her. She shook, her knees trembling. Her cunt was soaking wet, her folds supple under my blunt fingertips.

“You’re a pig,” she muttered, biting her lip as I ghosted my hands up her inner thighs.

“Maybe, but that doesn’t change the fact that you want me. Enough talking. Lose these,” I instructed firmly, pulling at her panties.

She hesitated for a long moment, again battling with herself, battling between reason and lust. Lust won. She slid her panties down slowly, suddenly shy. It was one thing to let me push her around and rip her clothes off. It was another to strip for me, at my command. It made me so hard; my cock could have stamped circles through my jeans like a hole punch.

I stared, her pussy coming into view. The night we’d fucked, I had barely seen anything; it had been rushed and dark. Now, I drank her in. Her thighs were firm with muscle and rose thickly into her rounded ass. When she twisted to throw her panties on the floor, the sight of that bubble butt nearly stopped my heart.

She turned back, a hand hovering over her pussy.

“Move that or lose a finger. You said you wanted me to make you come. Don’t get in my way.”

She moved her hand slowly, revealing the dark thatch of curls over her mound. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and inhaling the musky scent caught there. Her pussy was dripping. I caressed her soft curls, enjoying their texture and slickness, before pressing her knees apart.

“Keep them spread, Cinderella.”

Her cunt was pretty as a fucking picture. I stroked around her slit and then pressed a finger inside her. It was tight as hell. My cock still remembered exactly how tight.

I pumped my finger in and out of her a few times, enjoying the way her wetness coated down to my knuckle, and then drew it out, going for her clit. It was already standing at attention, desperate to be touched. I brushed my wet fingers across the hard bud, and she yanked my hair and gasped.

It really wouldn’t take much to make her come. She was already on the edge. I knew just how she felt. Touching her cunt felt like coming home to a place I’d never been before but instinctively knew was mine.

I leaned in and licked her. I couldn’t get enough access, so I placed one leg over my shoulder and then buried my face between her thighs. I’d never done this before, but I’d never tell her that. No one knew that, but it was true. This act was a level of intimacy I’d never reached with anyone.

My last first.

I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but I chased any movement that made Eve squeak with pleasure. A frankly adorable noise I wanted to hear on repeat.

I probed two fingers inside her, licking her clit at the same time, and without any warning, she came. Wetness flooded my tongue, and she gripped my hair so hard, she ripped out a fair amount. It was the hottest thing ever. Her whole body spasmed, her thighs clenching around my head, her body convulsing.

I licked her until the pulsing in her pussy eased slightly and I was battling for breath. Her eyes were screwed shut, and the sight of them deflated the lust in my chest a little. Was she pretending I was someone else?

“Try not to suffocate me when you come,” I murmured, just to be a dick and bring her attention back to me. I took her leg off my shoulder and set it down.

Eve was flushed and relaxed. She stiffened at my words and crossed her legs over one another, her hand returning to cover her bare pussy.

“Whatever, asshole.”

“Back to that, are we? How about a thank you?” I straightened up and used my T-shirt to wipe my lower face.

Eve watched the movement and blushed.

“You want me to thank you, like you’ve done me a service?” she asked in a scathing tone that was half annoyance, half embarrassment.

“Actually, no, I don’t.” I reached for my belt and unbuckled it, tugging down my zipper and taking out my rigid cock. “I’d prefer you show your thanks by getting on your knees and opening wide.”

She sat up slowly and stared at my cock, vaguely anxious. “You want me to give you a blow job?”

“Seeing as it’s your first time, I hardly expect a proper blow job. I’ll settle for fucking your throat until I come.”

“Are you serious?”

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