Page 111 of Manacled Hearts

“Don’t stop.” Evelyn reaches back, raking a hand through my hair, and tugs me into her.

So hungry and demanding. Placing a hand on her back, I push until she’s bent over and fully exposed to me, and now… I’m ready to fucking feast.

And feast I do.

I lick her from front to back, paying special attention to her clit, pressing my tongue over the hooded nerve bundle and circling it over and over until she cries out and her legs shake. She’s so sensitive, so beautifully responsive, that she doesn’t need much attention there to find that coveted peak. And that’s why I move to the center of her instead. I know already that she’ll be writhing with pleasure when I fuck her with my tongue, swiping on her inner walls like she’s the end to my hunger, the cure to my starvation. I’ll only bring her to the edge, drive her crazy with pleasure, but not offer enough to topple her over and light that fire she so desperately wants to burn in. I lick and stroke, push and circle, until every muscle in her body is screaming in strain along with her sweet, throaty voice.

Maya’s not here, so Evie can be as loud as she craves.

“I can’t… I’m going to fall…”

She moans, but I ignore her, because I’m convinced she won’t deny herself this pleasure by crumbling to the floor. So I continue, teasing her clit only enough to edge her beautiful soft body, I’m loving more and more each day. Each pound she’s been gaining has added to her beauty, because she looks healthier, happier, safer in her own skin, and never did I think that it would stir my cock quite in this way.

Thrusting my tongue in her tight little cunt may just be my new favorite pastime, especially when she bears down on my face seeking more of it.

“Finnigan!” she yells when once again I attack her clit only enough for the flames to lick her skin, but not enough to set her on fire.

“Beg me, Evie darling.”

But I only get a broken whimper in response.

“Tell me what you want,” I encourage.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please… please make me come.”

Music to my fucking ears.

I rise as she cries in frustration, but before the sound finds its end and she rises too, I press my hand to her mouth, pulling her body flush with mine, her back to my front, and reach over to that sensitive bundle of nerves. She’s screaming against my hand as I bear down on her clit, then with small circular motions I bring her closer and closer to the roaring fire. My hand on her mouth is a play into her fantasy, not a restriction of her enticing cries, and as her legs begin to shake, her small arms grabbing onto my forearms frantically, I know she loves it. Then I add just a bit more pressure and the minx explodes, delicious whimpers against my palm as her naked flesh shudders against my own.

I let her ride the waves of pleasure, removing my hand from her core when her legs tighten around it, her nerves crying from the sensitivity, but she holds onto me like I’m her lifeline. And Christ, that feels really fucking good.

But I’m not done with the minx. When she twists in my arms and jumps me, forcing me to catch her as she wraps her whole body around mine, and straddles my hips, I know she’s not done with me either.

I wanna fuck her in this shower, let her body slide onto my cock and take her until there’s nothing but our screams keeping this building standing. But Evelyn deserves better than a quick fuck against the cold tiles. She moans my name into my mouth as she kisses me feverishly, and my resolve threatens to break. But I rein it in, kiss her senseless, taking her breath away and replacing it with mine.

The spray of the shower is starting to get in the way of my enjoyment of her, so I walk us out and attempt to put her back down on her feet. But the minx clings to me, refusing to let go, biting my lip and pulling me back in the maddening spell of her lush lips. We’re dripping wet, and since I have a feeling she won’t let go enough for us to get dry, I prop her ass on the counter and laugh when she yelps at the cold contact. I reach over for the towel hanging on the side, and bring it up to her hair, soaking up the water running down it. She flinches, breaking the kiss, and I want to ask why, but the moment is gone. I’m already moving on to my own hair and she’s already distracted.

“Oh…” She presses her pointer finger to her parted lips, gawking down between us.

I don’t need to check to know she’s looking at my hard cock pressed between our bodies. I don’t want to either, because she is so much more interesting to stare at—her body language, her reaction, her innocent doe eyes beaming with lust.

“You are…” She trails off. “Can I touch you?” she asks, hesitation quieting her voice.

“I might die if you don’t.”

I think she’s gonna swipe a finger over the head or something, but when her small hand wraps around me, the feel of her is almost too much. Hissing, I press a hand against her ass and pull her so hard into me, her back arches, head falling back, and I know her clit has made the perfect contact, because she hitches her hips up, seeking the burning sensation that drives her in that sweet oblivion.

I can’t fucking take this anymore.

Throwing the towel on the floor, I bring her off the counter as she tightens her legs around my hips, and carry her straight to my bedroom. I throw her on the bed, giving her no time to breathe before I jump on top of her, caging her in as I slide my knees under her legs, and crush my lips to hers.

Sweet moans fill my mouth as she reaches for my back, pulling me down to her. I let her, because her tight nipples against my skin are heaven on earth, and I’m growing addicted to the sensation of her bare skin against my own.

But I break the kiss before my cock can start making decisions for me.

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