Page 33 of Twisted Fate

My legs wobble. I feel swollen, aching, on fire… my breasts, my pussy. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

He lifts me and carries me to the couch, setting me down on my back, arranging my body the way he wants. Hands above my head. Knees bent. Legs splayed, leaving me fully open to him.

Suddenly shy, I start to bring my knees together, but with a dark laugh he pushes them apart, even wider than they were before. And I let him. His lips curl in a dark smile as he stares down at me.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, then leans down and kisses me, hot and wild. I arch into his kiss, but keep my limbs exactly as he placed them. I’m naked. He’s still wearing his jeans, a power imbalance that turns me on.

He kisses his way down my body, sucking first on one nipple, then the other. Kissing the edges of my ribs. Tracing his tongue around my belly button. Lower. He runs his tongue along my center in a slow glide. Again he licks me, and again. I arch and whimper as his tongue swirls around my clit, then his lips suck and pull. He teases me, his tongue working in slow circles as he palms my breasts, playing with my nipples while he licks my clit. Pinching. Twisting.

A moan escapes me and my hips shift restlessly forward and back. “I need… please… I need…”

He makes a low laugh. “Patience, Alina.”

There’s only Damian. The feel of his hands on my breasts, his mouth on my clit.

He uses his teeth, just hard enough to make me cry out. He uses his tongue, slow and gentle, then faster, working me to a frenzy.

I gasp. I sigh his name. I moan.

Please. Please. Yes, like that. Just like that. So close. So close…

He torments me until I am writhing and begging, my need so exquisite I feel like I’m going to combust. Then he presses his tongue firmly against my clit as he pushes his fingers inside me and I come so hard I scream, my back bowing off the couch, my heart slamming against my ribs. He eases the pressure of his tongue, gentle now, letting me ride the waves of my orgasm, drawing them out in an endless ribbon.

I don’t know how long I lie there, unable to move, his big hands stroking my arms, my legs, my belly, gentle, soothing.

Rising to his feet beside the sectional, he stares down at me, eyes glittering in the lamplight, lips curved in a feral smile. His gaze holds mine as he undoes his jeans. His cock springs free, long and thick and hard.

I lick my lips.

“What do you want?” he asks.

Choices, choices. I want his cock in my mouth. I want it in my pussy.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say. And I do. Oh, god. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Damian’s cock inside me, stretching me, filling me. I cut him a sidelong look through my lashes. “Please.”

He laughs, low and rough. “Since you ask so nicely…”

I watch while he slides on a condom. He flips me face down before pushing a cushion under my belly and positioning my legs, knees bent. He kneads my ass. “Fuck. You have a gorgeous ass.”

He lands a light slap on my right cheek, then a harder one on my left. I squirm but don’t protest. Why don’t I protest? Because I like it. I like the feel of his palm on my ass, the sting, the promise of what will come after.

He reaches down and strokes my pussy, then pulls the moisture up between my cheeks, letting the tip of his finger graze my asshole. I make a mewling sound and try to pull away but he presses his palm against the small of my back, holding me still. “Not today, pretty girl. Today I’m going to fuck your gorgeous pussy. But it’s only a matter of time before I make every inch of you mine.”

Shifting closer, he positions himself at the opening of my pussy, pushing the wide head of his cock into me, just a little, just enough to make me want more. I arch and squirm, but he takes his time, squeezing my ass cheek while he stretches me. God, he’s so big, so hard. He pulls back just a little, pushes forward a little more, the glide slow and slick and I ache to set a rhythm, a pattern.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says. “So tight.”

With a moan, I arch, needing him to fill me. “Please,” I whisper.

“Such a good, greedy girl,” he says, and shoves his cock all the way in.

He fills me, his cock deep inside me, his hand kneading my ass.

Taking his time, he pumps in, out, a slow tease, making me writhe and rock and ache, feeding the lust roaring through me. Each thrust pulls me deeper into mindless need. There’s only Damian, the feel of him, the scent of him.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please. Please.”

His fingers find my clit and he strokes me as his thrusts grow faster, rougher, deeper.

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