Page 104 of Wicked Court

Instead, I slowly slide her underwear down her legs, torturing us both, but revealing the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen and have unwillingly dreamed about since I saw it last.

“Fuck,” I breathe in a ravaged voice.

I lean in, taking a slow drag of her clit into my mouth, savoring the taste. She arches her back, moaning louder.

I slide two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench. But it’s not enough. I want her pussy to suffocate me.

“You’re too goddamned sweet for me,” I growl against her folds, a low rumble vibrating against her sensitive clit.

Elara gasps between heavy breaths, clutching at the wall for support. “Don’t stop...”

Her moans fill the air, her eyes glazed over with passion as her pussy clenches around my tongue.

My cock throbs, desperate for release, but I refuse to give in.

My pleasure is hers.

That is what she can’t know. Elara must never know how deeply I will fall for her if she ever brings me joy.

Instead, I remove my mouth from her clit with a pop of suction, rise, and head to my nightstand.

Elara whines in protest.

“Patience, butterfly,” I say while sliding a drawer open and licking her taste from my lips.

I retrieve a silicone cock ring, its spiked texture promising an uncomfortable ride. A gag gift from Kaspian when he figured out my self-imposed celibacy two years ago.

Undoing my pants, I wrap it around my dick, then turn around, greeting her cock first.

Elara’s luscious mouth falls open.

She whimpers softly, her body arching off the wall, her inner thighs shining.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? To be fucked by a monster,” I husk out.

“Yes,” she moans, too lost in the promise of me to see sense.

I take one last moment to appreciate my butterfly before she loses her wings.

Then, with a decadent chuckle, I position myself at her entrance, lifting one of her legs and hooking her under her knee to spread her open.

“Beg me, Elara.”

“Please…” she whimpers.

“Please what?” I tease, shaking the tip of my cock against her soaked pussy, just enough that droplets of pre-cum run down her pussy.

“Please fuck me, Cav,” she moans.

Oh, I fucking love it. I love hearing my name on her lips.

I don’t hesitate, don’t second guess. As though driven by a force beyond my control, I plunge into her with a grunt, thrusting deep and hard.

Her cry cuts through the air, a desperate prayer that is music to my ears. She is mine in this moment.

Gripping her hips with bruising force, I set a punishing rhythm that has both our bodies rocking against the wall.

Each thrust brings with it an onslaught of marvels that leave me both salivating for more and dreading the impending climax.

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