Page 85 of Unholy Bonds

I knotted my fingers into her hair, tugging her closer to me. The gentle brush of her lips against my taut cock sent electrical jolts through my veins, intensifying the trembling in my body.

“Oh, please, take me between your lips, Red. I want to fill your mouth with my cum,” I begged.

She pulled back with a wicked glint in her eyes, shaking her head. “I love how you beg, Ryden. How desperately you want my mouth on you. I love how your cock jumps with the slightest touch, a soft lick,” she whispered, her voice goading.

“I’m not begging, you vixen.”

“It looks like you’re begging. The big, bad wolf begging to his little Red.” She laughed mercilessly, her laughter like a shot of drug.

She pumped me, her fingers knowing and decisive, pushing me closer to the edge. Before I could come all over her, she pulled her hand away, leaving me panting for more.

“What’s this game?” I whispered. “You’re being a bad, bad girl, Red. I don’t like bad girls.”

I do like this one.

“Then be a good boy and beg, really beg,” she teased, and I growled, shaking my head, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything.

“Oh, please, Red… I waited for so long for this. I couldn’t… I want this. You know I want this. Give it to me, Yara. I can’t—”

She chuckled and then played me like a fucking violin. Every time her fingers touched me, my nerves made a new note, a perfect one.

Her fingers were knowing as she rubbed the head of my cock, and then squeezed, and I grew harder. Pre-cum glistened on my cock, and as if she didn’t want it to go to waste, she leaned closer and licked. Her finger slid down my balls, and my moan echoed inside the small space, shattering around us. A pleased sigh left her.

“Good girl, such a fucking good girl,” I grunted. “More. More, Red. Take me all the way in. Take me until your mouth knows every inch of my cock, until your tongue memorizes the texture of me.”

“You’re greedy, Ryden. Don’t you know greed is a sin?”

“I don’t fucking care. I’d commit every sin for you, with you. And I wasn’t even lying. “I’d go straight to hell to have this, to have you, and I’d gladly take you with me if I have to.”

“You will, won’t you?” she said, looking so fucking pleased, and it made my heart shudder. I didn’t care for that feeling.

My words died when she finally took me between her lips. The warmth of her mouth, slick and seductive, slid along the entire length of my cock.

She wasn’t being soft. Her movements were rough, her mouth fast, insatiable. Pulling, tugging, licking. As if she wanted to devour me. Her fingers massaged my balls as her teeth bit my head softly and pulled. Oh fuck. Even in pain, she gave me pleasure.

“Oh God.”

“Goddess,” she whispered. “I’m your goddess.” She took me in again until my cock was pressing against her throat. I knotted my fingers further into the silky red locks, keeping her in place.

She looked up, my cock still between her red lips, and my breath stuck. There was a kind of fierceness in her eyes that made me want to tilt my head back and surrender to her.

She was a wild goddess seeking penance from a sinner. I was the sinner. I didn’t mind it. I’d pray to her for an eternity, and we both knew it.

“Yes, you are,” I said. “A mad fucking goddess. Mine. My goddess.”

I was drunk from her scent, from her touch, from everything that was Yara West.

I was standing at the edge of a slippery cliff. One slip, and I would…

She closed her lips around me, this time, softer, gentler. She sucked me until I was shuddering.

“You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, Red. I want to take a picture of you right now, on your knees, worshiping me, and frame it above my bed.” I wanted to immortalize this moment. To always look at it.

“Next time.”

“Yara, I’m going to—”

“Come for me, Ryden.” Moaning, she swirled her tongue around, tracing lines along the veins, and then her teeth grazed my cock. “Now.”

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