Page 49 of City of Wind and Lies

Her full lips part as another little mewl escapes them and she snuggles against the pillow.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have those soft, pillowy lips wrapped around my shaft again.

My dick gets even harder at the memory, and I can’t seem to peel my eyes away from her mouth. I take in every last detail- the delicate rosy pink shade, the dip of her cupid’s bow, how her bottom lip is fuller, which makes it even sexier when she pouts.

I start to undress, eyes still fixated on her mouth as I undo the buttons on my shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it to the floor. She seems to be a deep sleeper, but I still try not to make too much noise. Unfastening my belt, I lower my zipper, pushing my slacks to the ground and kicking them aside. My fingers dip beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs and curl around my aching shaft. I give it a light squeeze, slowly sliding my hand up and down, stroking myself casually as I think about how good it felt when she sucked me off after fucking her. The way her tongue teased the tip, how she used the perfect amount of suction…

Edging forward, I rake my teeth across my bottom lip as I tighten my grip around my cock, rolling the barbells of my piercing with each pass. A bead of precum leaks from my tip and I remember our first night together, the way she rocked forward and licked it away unabashedly. I catch the drop on my thumb and reach out to swipe it across her lower lip. I can’t help but smile at the way it glistens there as I give myself another stroke.

Her mouth is right there, waiting for me. Warm and inviting, lips parted and ready…

Moving a little closer, I bend at the knees, bringing my cock to her lips. Little puffs of air skate across the sensitive skin, sending a flurry of chills up my spine. I ease forward, and I have to clench my teeth around my knuckles to stifle the moan as I rest the tip between her lips.

She doesn't stir as I notch inside. She shifts slightly, mouth parting further until my cockhead rests on her tongue. I swallow roughly, drawing myself back a bit before I give a shallow thrust, sinking further into her mouth.

Cazzo, it feels so good.

Wren is just so goddamn beautiful, even when she’s asleep. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, blonde hair pooling around her on the black pillowcase like a halo. But I know she’s the farthest thing from innocent, and I wouldn’t change that about her. Wren’s devilish side drives me crazy.

I rock the tip in and out of her mouth, gritting my teeth as I try to restrain from slamming my dick all the way to the back of her throat. She looks so peaceful as she lies there, soft and pliant with steady, even breaths that come from a deep sleep. It’d be so easy to slip under the covers behind her and slide a hand between her thighs. I bet she’d be wet, she’s always so fucking wet. I could push my dick inside, fill her so full of my seed that it’d be dripping out of her sweet, tight cunt. The thought of impregnating her with my child isn’t even a fantasy anymore, but I’d still fuck every last drop back inside her as she kept dreaming.

My breath shudders. I want to give her everything she dreams of. I’d bring the world to her feet just because she asked me to. Her feisty personality sets her apart from every other docile woman I’ve been with, but having her like this, at my mercy, is an intoxicating feeling of its own.

I brush a few rogue tendrils away from her face, threading my fingers into her hair. My hand finds its way to the back of her skull and my grip is light as I steady her head and rock my hips. She lets out a sigh that’s reminiscent of a moan, and my tether snaps. I shove in fully, hissing at the sensation of her teeth scraping my shaft.

Wren’s eyes shoot open in shock. She blinks chaotically, clearing the veil of sleep from her baby blues, and they instantly soften when she realizes it’s me.

"Shh," I coo, thumb stroking the side of her head as her mouth tightens around my length. She looks up at me with a hooded gaze and her tongue teases my slit. "That's it baby, just go back to sleep while I keep fucking this pretty mouth of yours."

She hums in response, and I keep going, tip hitting the back of her throat every couple of thrusts, and the way it contracts at the intrusion draws me closer to the edge. Pushing the blankets back, she trails a hand down to ruck up her shirt, my shirt, and I watch as it disappears into the waistband of the borrowed boxers.

"You like this Bella?" I murmur. "Does it turn you on for me to use you like this?"

Wren hums again, the vibrations making my balls start to draw up.

"I'm gonna come and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop for me, aren’t you Passerotta?"

She nods faintly and I fist her hair, picking up my pace as I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. After a few hard thrusts, my release rockets through me, shooting down her throat. I stroke my length, milking the last few drops onto her tongue as I ease out.

Her throat bobs with a swallow and her tongue darts out to lick her lips. Without being prompted, her face splits open, showing me she did as she was told.

"Good girl," I praise, her eyes lighting up with a smile as she withdraws her hand from the boxers.

I snatch her wrist, bringing her glistening fingers to my mouth and sucking her sweet juices off of them before letting her have it back.

"Did you get off, Passerotta?" I ask, tucking my softening dick back into the confines of my boxer briefs.

"No," she says in a breathy whisper.

I crawl over her, pulling the blanket over the both of us, palm cruising across her stomach and into the front of her panties.

She yawns, gently pushing my hand away and rolling over. “Maybe tomorrow,” she says, nuzzling into my chest.

I press my lips to her temple as her eyes slide shut, then wrap my arm around her shoulders, holding her against me. We fit perfectly together, like two halves of the same whole, and I’m starting to wonder if there’s anything I can do that’ll make her look at me like the monster I am.

Maybe she was made for me.

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