Page 173 of Manacled Hearts

Looking up at her with a smirk, she parts her lips when I grip the flimsy fabric covering her pussy, and pull harshly. She gasps, her brows drawing together, watching intently as I suck on two fingers, push her lace panties to the side then sink them inside her pussy at the same time I cover her clit, pulling it between my lips.

She cries out, the sounds tearing from deep within her chest as she grips my hair and grinds herself on my face. I pump my fingers inside her sopping core, deep and fast, exactly how she likes it, until her knees are shaking and she tightens around me.

“Please, please… Oh, please.” She chants between the lust-stained panting, a decadent prayer for the pleasure only I can bring her.

She begs so beautifully. So I give her what she wants, rubbing the sensitive spot inside of her as I suck the bundle of nerves between my lips. She breaks on wanton moans that travel straight to my cock.

Rising, I flip her around while she’s still whimpering, bend her over the back of the sofa, and guide the fat tip of my cock through the drenched seam of her pussy. Her spasms turn gentle, the orgasm still vibrating through, so I take my time as I push in to the hilt and absorb every tightening pulse of her sweet cunt.

“Divine…” I whisper, gripping the back of her leather harness as I dig my fingers into her hip, bracing myself.

The first few pumps are dragged and deep, following the rhythm of the soft waves that crash against the sand, beyond the wall of windows before us. I grunt as she whimpers each time my hips meet her ass, drawing out that pleasure from deep inside her as my own seems to coil around the base of my cock.

But it doesn’t take long until the surf no longer dictates the speed of my strokes, and the feverish slapping of our skins pulls all matter of lustful sounds from our throats. Each thrust brings bolts of current up my spine, pleasure twisting harder, low in my belly, quickly becoming too much. Too close.

I lift Evie up by the harness, wrapping an arm around her and guiding her lips to meet mine, just as I reach for the needy bundle of nerves between her thighs. She jerks her hips against me at the contact, biting on my lower lip on a lewd whimper when I rub it, my cock stroking madly inside her weeping pussy. Our mouths fuck just as well, licking and stroking, sucking and biting on the thrusting rhythm of our bodies, and when the first spasm of her core chokes my cock, I press harder over the hood of her clit.

The moment she breaks, I swallow her cries, my own orgasm ripping through me with enough strength, my knees go weak for a brief moment. I spill inside of her over and over, wondering just when exactly am I going to stop. It’s irrelevant, I’m in no rush to leave her warm core.

“I will never get used to this,” she whispers between our slowing kisses.

“This?” I ask, peppering more around her lips, her cheeks, the tip of her curved nose.

“Pleasure.” She relaxes into me as I wrap her in my arms. “What you do, what we do, it feels more like worship.”

It really does.

“I’ve only ever worshiped you, Evie darling. Pleasure has never felt like this before.”

Her cheeks flush and lips pull into a chaste smile.

“Let’s clean up. I could do with cooling off with a late night swim.”

She nods her answer, pressing another gentle kiss to my lips, and I reluctantly pull out of her, chuckling when she drops down a few inches. She always has to stand on her tiptoes when we fuck like this, and for some odd reason I find it deliciously cute when she dips down to her normal height.

We head to the bathroom, and while I help her clean my cum that’s dripping down her thighs, since it’s become both my pleasure and my specialty, she removes her messed up makeup.

She’s bare-faced now, and she looks so pure, so damn young. I beat myself up for a while, thinking I’m stealing from her years she could be spending making friends her own age, doing all sorts of crazy things, and experimenting like everyone else does at that age. Then I sat back and watched her go through her day-to-day life and those feelings dissipated. Even without me in her life she wouldn’t have made those types of choices. Not with Maya by her side. Not with her dad weighing on her. Her personality doesn’t fit.

She’s different, and she fucking refused to let me go. I suggested it twice—living her youth and all that. The first time, she looked at me like I grew a second head, the second time she threatened me with the knife she was using to slice cake. I was gently advised to shut the fuck up and stop saying stupid things.

“Where did you go?” Her voice filters through the dangerously hot memory of her aiming a buttercream covered knife at me.

“Nowhere, sugar. Come, let’s cool off.” I lie because I would rather not end up getting stabbed.

We walk stark naked over the wooden patio and onto the soft, warm sand toward the ocean. Most nights, Maya is here and we can’t skinny dip, but once in a while Mamaw June takes her for a sleepover and we spend hours out in the calm waters of the bay.

Evelyn hisses when the first slosh of the surf touches her feet and I laugh, shaking my head. “It’s pretty damn warm.”

“I’m surprised you think so. Your body runs at a hundred degrees. Celsius! This should be ice on your skin.” she teases, gritting her teeth as she keeps walking forward.

“Yeah, yeah. You say this every time.”

“Yup. Shows that it’s true.”

I snicker as I dive straight in, stroking underwater and reveling in the feel of it against my skin. When I finally emerge and turn around, Evie is floating on her back, eyes closed as the moonlight shimmers over her wet skin.

Goddess…

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