Page 122 of My Summer Girl

With her hand, she silences me, her eyebrows narrowing in disapproval as she scolds. “You’re going to warn them with those loud noises you’re making, princess. I want my fill of you first. Can’t have them breaking up the fun between us. I haven’t even been inside of you yet.”

Her words have my clit throbbing, and I can’t help but squirm beneath her, wanting any friction she’ll allow.

When her hips start moving in kind, it puts me on the verge of losing control. Our shared arousal mixing makes the most obscene sound of flesh, it’s music to my ears.

“Fuck,” I hiss, but it comes out mumbled as her hand still hovers over my mouth.

She smirks, her pretty face morphing with that smile. I love that she saves these for me. I’ve not once seen her offer anyone else this expression and I want to store it away and keep it for myself.

“Think your mates will fuck you as hard as me, princess? Think they will get as deep as I will, please you as well as I’m about to?”

Her speed picks up, and I can’t utter a word because I’m absolutely lost as the blissful friction intensifies. With a smooth motion, she slides up, lifting my thigh and forcing my body sideways before she settles between them.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I eagerly mutter as she thrusts against me, slapping our clits together. Just as I’m about to crest, she reaches for my nipples, tugging on the metal piercings to calm me.

She’s confused with what it’ll elicit. While the shock of pain will stop the impending orgasm, it does nothing to quell the absolute rapture the tingle of pain brings me.

“Your cunt was made for me, Dulce.” She pauses, watching my face as I stare at our joined flesh. “See this?” she commands, pointing to our joined bodies. “This is meant to be. Your body is mine, that heart in your chest is mine too, and this pussy...” Her hand snakes between us both, pressing two fingers inside me, making me bow off the bed. “This is mine too.”

“Yes, mi reina,” I confirm, not wanting her to stop. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Don’t stop. Please,” I gasp as she fucks into me. “Don’t stop.” Her one hand still works me, thrusting in and out, while her vines spread out and wrap around my thighs tightly. Pinpricks of pain stab at every covered inch and I cry out.

“You like that, don’t you, princess?”

My entire body trembles, yet I still manage a weak nod in acknowledgement. Sweat coats my thighs, under my boobs, and down my back as we writhe together, doing everything to chase the release just beyond the cusp of our reach.

As the thorns break my skin, causing me to gasp from the intensity, a sudden realization hits me—they will definitely see the marks. Can’t say I’m sad about that. The pain feels good—it feels addictive, like relief.

“They’re going to see those,” I dreamily sigh.

“Yes, they’re going to taste my cum and see the cuts across your skin. You know what else they’ll notice?”

“W-what?” I stutter, seeing the possession in her eyes. It’s vibrant and green, almost glowing.

“They’ll see that you’re sated and beg me to come back and make you cum some more.”

“T-they will?” I barely ask, my body so close to the edge.

She nods, her smirk more of a Cheshire grin now. “Yeah, they know they aren’t the only ones who know what your face looks like when you fall apart. Or how your lip trembles when you’re holding back from that beautiful relief.” She pinches my nipples at the same time her vines tighten, making my sight blur from bliss. Then she’s removing the fingers from inside of me.

“Open.” I don’t hesitate, my jaw dropping, used to the routine. “Suck.” And I do. I suckle and moan, and she ruts against me harder, her own groans harmonizing with mine. “I’ll never be able to get the visual of this out of my mind, princess. It looks like I’m just going to have to keep you.”

I suck her fingers harder, attempting to move my head in agreement but I can’t. My mind is consumed by the sensation on my clit.

A sucking sensation.

My eyes widen as it becomes as strong as two lips wrapped around the swollen bundle between my thighs. It’s wet and consistent, hard and tugging. Like... a mouth.

Our gazes collide and that evil look is back. “I told you I’d make you remember me. This is called latching. It’s where my clit magically molds around you and mimics my mouth.”

As she presses my tongue down, I find myself whimpering and choking on her fingers, while the intimate connection between us causes my pussy to leak down my thigh.

“You going to come for me, princess? Make your mates envious with lust when they smell the way I fucked you in here?”

Once she withdraws her fingers, she firmly holds my jaw, ending the rhythmic movement against me as her clit drains the life from mine.

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