Page 9 of Clarity

No compulsion.

No knocking against the walls of my mind.

And yet… still…

“Yes.”

It was barely off my lips before I was bent over my kitchen table, panties around my ankles, dressed hiked over my hips, breathing through it as Parris slid into me. His fingers dug into my skin as he held me in place, burying himself as deep as he could get, then pulling back and doing it again.

And again.

And again.

Slowly faster.

Then slowly harder.

Soon he was fucking me hard and fast, and the table wasn’t in the middle of the kitchen anymore. Once he had the leverage of the table being wedged against the cabinets, he fucked meharderstill, grabbing a handful of my hair to pull me upright. He tugged my head to the side, exposing my neck. He kissed, sucked, but didn’t bite. He hiked one of my knees up on the table, switching angles to give him access to dig even deeper.

Deeper, harder, faster.

Aggressive.

And…shit, it was good.

Toogood.

He was too attuned to the exact position, the exact intensity, the exact pace that had me sprinting at an orgasm tonotbe in my head, but whatever. He could live in my brain with me, so long as he kept fucking mejust.like.this.

I wasn’t surprised when he stopped to turn me over.

Grinning like an asshole, because heknew.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he quipped, pulling the sweater he’d been wearing over his head once he had me propped up on the table, legs splayed wide. He pulled a chair up in front of me, then dragged me to the very edge of the table.

Then his tongue was on me.

In me.

Lapping my clit, in slow, deliberate strokes that made me squirm as my eyes fluttered closed.

He kissed his way from there to my knee, licked his way back.

My eyes popped open over the feeling of his fangs grazing my thigh.

I grabbed a handful of his locs, tugging his head back so I could look him in the eyes. “Do notbite me,” I demanded, and the only response he offered was a grin.

Then he pushed his fingers into me, covered my clit with his mouth, sucking on it while his fingers sank deeper.

Fuck it.

All I could manage to care about was thefeeling.

Him fucking me with his fingers, his mouth, eating my pussy until I came,hard, and then standing up to sink his dick into me again.

It was all that mattered.

The stretching, the friction, theweightof him,goddamn.

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