Page 44 of The Jester

Without answering, I grab her hips and carry her to the bed, spreading her legs wide, dragging the tip of my cock along her entrance and watching my pre-come merge with her wetness.

“You taste like heaven,” I whisper, pulling down her dress to expose her breasts. “Don’t you think?”

She grins at me. For a moment, I think I see a flicker of violet in her eyes. But it’s gone so quickly, I wonder if it was just my imagination.

“You feel like heaven,” she says, coiling her now-naked fingers around my thick erection.

I dip my head, suck her nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. While I am teasing her, she reaches between us, grabs my cock, and thrusts herself onto me. I groan loudly and grip the sheets above her head, then straighten myself so I can watch her face.

I need to watch her.

I need to see the way her eyes flicker as I fuck her.

With fierce determination, I thrust into her wet core. Her walls tighten around my cock with every stroke.

I grip her hips, the heat of her skin under my palms sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.

She moans softly, her wings pulsing in time with her breath as she reaches her arms back over her head and wriggles deeper into the mattress.

I pull out, slick from her pussy.

Her eyes snap towards mine, and her gaze narrows. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” She uses her legs to pull me back to her.

“Fuck, I love it when you talk to me like that,” I murmur, positioning myself between her legs once more.

In the dim light, her eyes sparkle and her lips part with anticipation.

“I want you to come on my cock,” I tell her. “I want to feel you come apart around me.”

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. “And I want to feel you come inside me.”

I slide back in, and she arches her back as we find our rhythm again. The air crackles with energy. I thrust harder as her pussy constricts around me, teasing me with the promise of an orgasm.

I slam into her, the wet sounds of our bodies mingling with her cries, the strokes becoming more erratic, more desperate. I pull her closer, our bodies glistening with sweat.

She claws at my shoulders, then reaches back and tugs my left wing.

The sensation brings a jolt of pleasure and pain to my spine, and I cry out as my pierced tips chime for her.

“Let me feel you come,” she breathes.

I thrust harder, my balls tightening, the tension building inside me like a tidal wave.

Her moans become louder, more urgent, and her wings flutter wildly.

Mine do too, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold back until the moment she permits me to release. “Now,” she whispers, arching her back and grabbing the sheets beside her.

With a roar, I slam into her one last time, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.

As I come, she gasps, tips her head back, then slams her naked hands onto my chest. Right above my heart. Her eyes widen, then roll back as her cheeks flush and her body unravels. She moans so loudly I swear the room starts to shake.

I explode inside her, filling her completely.

“I can feel you,” she cries out. “It’s like...” She loses her words and holds onto me as if she might fall even though she is pinned beneath me. She sighs as I continue to move within her. And with each wave of pleasure that washes over me, she whimpers as if she can feel it too.

We lie there panting and sweating, our bodies still joined together. She wriggles beneath me, unable to be still, smiling, cheeks flushed.

Finally, I pull out and collapse over her, my arms surrounding her. She strokes my hair as I catch my breath, her fingers moving through the damp strands. “I felt you,” she says softly, her voice tinged with satisfaction.

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