Page 48 of Sole Survivor

She raises her arms above her head, encouraging me to continue, and I smile. I slide the fabric up her body, tugging it over her head and tossing it to the floor. All she has on now is a white lace bra and matching panties.

“Take your bra off, Rue.”

Her eyes lock on mine as she reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra, sliding it off and tossing it on the floor with her dress. “Want me to take these off too?”

I lick my lip and crouch down in front of her. “Let me.”

I hook my fingers in the waist of her panties and slowly drag them down her legs, letting the material drop to her ankles. I press my face to her pussy, and she gasps as I breathe her in. I can smell how fucking aroused she is, and it’s making my cock weep in anticipation.

Lifting her right foot, I tug it free from her underwear and hook it over my shoulder. Her hands grab my hair to stop herself from falling, and while she’s distracted, I dive in. Is there anything better than this? Her taste explodes on my tongue as I spread her lips wide with my fingers and slide my tongue inside her. I groan, the vibrations making her gasp and grip my hair harder.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes, don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping, baby girl. Not until you come all over my tongue.”

I suck her clit before nipping it with my teeth, then use the tip of my tongue to flick it over and over until she’s cursing my name to hell and back. Her legs are shaking, thanks to the relentless onslaught, but torturing her is one of my favorite things to do.

I slip a finger inside her, curling it slightly, and begin thrusting it in and out of her at a leisurely pace. She yanks my hair hard, making me chuckle. Always so impatient. I add another finger and twist them before adding a third. She’s gripping me so tight now it’s almost painful, but I don’t stop, not until she’s dripping all over my hand and sobbing my name.

I flatten my tongue and stroke her clit with it, pushing her over the edge. She screams, and I grab her hips to stop her from falling over.

Dropping her leg, I stand up and lift her into my arms and carry her over to the kitchen table. I yank a chair out of the way and place her on her feet before spinning her around and bending her over the end of the table. It takes me seconds to free my cock and thrust inside her. She screams at the intrusion, her back arching, and reaches out to hold the edge of the table as I fuck her roughly.

“Fuck, this never gets old. I can’t get enough of you. So fucking beautiful, and all fucking mine.”

She mutters something, but I’m too far gone to make it out.

My eyes trail down her tattoo to her ass—an ass that’s just begging to be fucked. I cup it with my hands and squeeze it hard enough to leave fingerprints. I like leaving my mark on her.

The sound of the doorbell ringing has Rue’s head whipping around. Nobody can see us from this angle. But if they look in the front window to see if anyone is home, they’ll see more than they bargained for because you can see straight into the kitchen.

“Valen,” Rue warns, but I just pick up my pace.

“Not until I fill you with my come.”

I fuck her harder and harder, making the table move with every thrust. The savagery of it triggers another orgasm, and she clamps down around me, pulling me right over the edge with her.

I fill her so full that I’m reluctant to pull out, even when the door rings for a second time. Gently easing out of her, I tuck myself away.

“I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but nothing is sexier than my cum dripping out of your pussy,” I tell her as I head toward the door.

I yank it open, hearing Rue curse as she scrambles out of sight. The delivery guy hands me the food with a grunt. My fingers touch the back of his hand as I grab the bag, and I can’t help but chuckle when I think about where those fingers were buried just moments ago.

No better tip than my girl’s pussy juice.

He turns and leaves without saying anything, making me wonder if paying online has created a generation of anti-social dicks. They don’t even have to smile for a tip.

I close the door and take the food to the kitchen. Rue is back in her dress, sipping her Dr. Pepper, actively ignoring my gaze.

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up an appetite.”

It’s after midnight by the time we make it to bed.

Rue lies beside me naked, her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach, as I gently trail my fingers up and down her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“We never ended up talking about my sister earlier. You told me she died, but there is obviously more to the story, like why she was there to begin with.”

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