Page 90 of City of Wind and Lies

I grab her hand, bringing it to my mouth to suck her juices from her fingers. I swear in all my years, I've never tasted a pussy as sweet as hers.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll have no problem remembering I'm enough."

Her throat bobs with a swallow, fingers scrabbling at my biceps as she tries to pull me closer.

Dropping to an elbow, I hover over her, dragging my cock between her folds and bumping her clit just to hear her sweet little mewls of pleasure. Lining my tip up at her entrance, I bracket her head and shove inside. She winces slightly, jaw hinging open in a silent moan as I start to move between her thighs.

My eyes drop to where our bodies connect. I’ll never get tired of seeing the way her greedy cunt swallows my cock. In fact, something about the sight makes me absolutely feral. I draw back, punching forward so hard her eyes squeeze shut and nails dig into my arms, causing blood to trickle down the back of one.

Each harsh snap of my hips coaxes another moan from those luscious lips as I drill her into the mattress.

"Fuck! Bowie!" she cries out, chin quivering in desperation.

I never let up, rutting into her harder and harder with each thrust until I feel her inner walls start to spasm.

My tongue traces her collarbone, sucking on her earlobe and dragging my teeth across it as I move a hand to her clit. My motions are quick, and her moans of pleasure are only getting louder as I work her over the edge of her orgasm.

She's a panting, sweaty mess as I rock back on my heels, and the sight of her body quaking in the aftershocks of pleasure almost makes me come. Almost.

Grabbing her by the ankles, I flip her to her belly as I help push her up onto her knees. I place my knees on either side of hers, helping support her as she collapses forward. Her breasts press into the mattress as her ass stays high in the air, and I lean forward to grab the lube.

Wren flinches as the lube drizzles down onto her skin, and I watch with rapt fascination as she puckers when I spread it between her cheeks.

"Relax, Passerotta," I coo, slowly working a finger inside her back hole.

She groans as I add another. I've been incorporating more ass-play lately to get her used to the idea, because as far as my sexual tastes spread, being a sadist and causing her pain isn't on the menu of things I want to inflict.

I scissor my fingers as I pump them in and out of her tight hole until I think she's ready. Drizzling more lube over her ass and down my shaft, I press my cockhead against the tight ring of muscle, massaging her cheeks as I nudge inside.

Fisting the sheets, she whimpers and I pause. My hand reaches up, stroking her hair as I whisper, "You're doing so good, baby. Do you want me to stop?"

"No.” Her body shudders with a breath. "Fuck my ass, Bowie."

I keep easing in, praising her with every inch as she pants below me. When I'm fully seated, I still and let her adjust to the feeling. She's so fucking tight, it's almost painful to keep from thrusting into her.

Moving in languid strokes, the tension starts to melt from her body and delicious sounds of pleasure fall from her lips. I'm already close, it took everything I had not to blow my load inside her sweet cunt, but the way her tight hole is clutching me now makes it fucking worth it.

I snake a hand around the front of her body, strumming on her clit as she finds herself on the precipice of another orgasm. She goes careening over the edge, screaming my name in rapture, muscles clamping down like a vise grip and making my balls tighten as I find my release.

When my own breathing slows, I ease out of her, rolling to the side. Pulling her flush against my chest, I blanket her body with mine and place a kiss on her cheek, murmuring in her ear.

"Such a good girl."

27

"Do you have to go?" I ask, jutting my bottom lip out and reaching past Bowie for the shampoo.

He cants forward, my eyes slipping shut as he nips playfully at my pouted lip. His fingers brush mine as they snatch the shampoo bottle from my grip.

This morning I woke up to Bowie's dick buried inside me, and we're supposed to be cleaning up right now, but the ache between my thighs is returning with a vengeance with each tease of his touch.

I'm getting used to his wake-up fucks and honestly, I can't think of a better way to start my day. Consent is important, don't get me wrong, but there is something so exhilarating when you have your control taken away by someone you trust. And fuck, having pleasure coursing through my body long before awareness has a chance to is like finding nirvana.

Who needs an alarm clock when your boyfriend's dick does the job better?

"This meeting is a means to an end," Bowie says, squirting the shampoo into his palm. "The sooner I meet with them, the sooner the outfit’s outta the drug trade."

Oddly enough, out of all I'm learning of Bowie's streams of revenue, it's the drugs that bother me the most. Maybe it's got something to do with realizing that drugs played a part in Trey's decline. Not that I miss Trey. I'm happier with Bowie than I ever was with Trey, but I can still mourn for the person he used to be when we were at our peak.

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