Page 61 of Crimson Fate

She shakes her head and bites her lip. “But I’m already so wet.”

“That’s because you’re such a good girl,” I say as I lift her weight off me and lay her on the bed beside me.

Eva looks at me, uncertainty clouding her features, but she doesn’t resist my grip. I lean down and kiss her. My hands glide over her body, feeling every curve and dip. She whimpers into my mouth as I explore her, my fingers finding their way to her wetness.

“I need you,” I breathe as my fingers slide into her. She arches her back, her breath hitching as I find her sweet spot, rubbing it with just the right pressure. Her moans become louder, more desperate as my fingers move in and out of her, creating a slick trail of wetness on my hand.

I can feel her muscles clench and release in rhythm with my touch. Her breaths become more labored, her eyes rolling back into her head in pleasure. She’s so responsive to my touch, and a sense of pride emerges in knowing I’m the one bringing her to this height of satisfaction.

I slowly slide my fingers out of her wet heat, trying my best to memorize the feeling of her muscles gripping my hand. I bring my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean, savoring her taste on my lips. Eva watches me with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

With a low growl, I position my face between her legs, and they open farther, inviting me to enjoy every single drop she has to offer.

I bury my face in her wetness and inhale deeply, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils and sending a jolt of desire through my body. I run my tongue over her outer lips, teasing her with the slightest touch, and I can feel her muscles tense in anticipation.

“Please,” she pleads, her voice barely more than a whisper.

I oblige her, delving my tongue into her heat, savoring the taste of her sweetness. I explore every inch of her—the softness of her inner thighs, the hardness of her clit, and the wetness that coats my tongue with every lick.

Eva’s moans grow louder, and her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer to her. She bucks her hips, urging me deeper.

I allow my tongue to dip down, coating her asshole in the wetness from my mouth before returning my tongue to her pussy. As my tongue moves deeper, I use the tip of my finger to press against the now-wet entrance of her ass.

She lets out a gasp, her body shuddering beneath me. “Oh my fucking God, yes,” she murmurs, her hips bucking more wildly now against my finger.

Eva whimpers, her head rolling back, her beautiful face contorted with pleasure. I begin to fuck her more forcefully with my tongue, my finger never relenting on her ass and my thumb on my other hand rubbing her clit in circles.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper into her cunt, my voice hoarse with desire.

“Fuck, Vincent, I’m—I’m—” she cries out, her body trembling beneath me, her mouth refusing to cooperate.

Her muscles tighten around my finger and tongue, her arousal building to a fever pitch. I press harder, my finger sliding in deeper and my thumb rubbing her clit faster. She cries out again, her voice filled with need and ecstasy.

“I’m coming,” she breathes out, her body convulsing beneath me.

I continue my assault on her sensitive spots, my tongue lapping and sucking at her clit while my finger pumps in and out of her tight little asshole. She throws her head back, her eyes closed, her expression one of pure bliss.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she repeats, her cries growing more frenzied as she approaches the peak of her orgasm.

With a final plunge of my finger and a fierce sucking motion, I ensure that she reaches the pinnacle of her pleasure. Her body shakes and convulses beneath me as she lets out a gut-wrenching scream, her release echoing throughout the room.

I continue to lick and suck on her sensitive flesh, milking every ounce of pleasure from her body. Slowly, her convulsions begin to lessen, and she collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily.

I crawl up her body, my eyes locked on her glistening lips. “You taste so good,” I whisper. “I want to be inside you.”

Eva looks at me with a mixture of shock and desire, but she doesn’t resist as I position myself between her legs. I slide into her tight warmth, feeling her muscles clench around me as I fill her completely.

With a groan, I begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her body enveloping me. Eva wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside.

“Harder,” she moans, her voice barely more than a whisper.

I increase my pace, our bodies slapping together with each thrust. Her moans become more urgent, her hands gripping the sheets as I continue to pump into her.

“Yes, harder,” she pleads, her breath coming in short gasps.

I oblige her, slamming harder and deeper, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I can feel her walls gripping me with each thrust.

Eva’s eyes roll back into her head, her breath hitched and ragged. “Oh my fucking God,” she moans, her voice barely audible over our combined groans. “I’m going to come again.”

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