Page 77 of The Afterthought

My lips smash against hers, making her moan. I kiss her like I've never kissed her before, completely consuming myself in her taste. I pull back from her lips to move to her neck, biting and sucking up the length of it. She smells so fucking good. It's like the adrenaline from the events enhanced her usual citrus smell. I must be a little rough on her because I feel her tug on my hair to get my attention.

I carry her from the wall to the familiar table I fucked her on the last time we were here. I place her ass on the edge and quickly strip free from all of my clothes. Leaning forward, I take her breast in my mouth, rolling her nipple between my teeth and placing myself between her legs.

I sink to my knees in front of her, the only person that I would ever willingly get on my knees for, and grip her thighs. Before she can object, I bury my face in her pussy, savoring the tiny sounds of pleasure that emit from her.

My tongue trails along her center, and I notice how her hips tweak with even the slightest movement as I flick it against her clit. It's something I know she loves. I slide two fingers inside her, pumping in and out. I know exactly what her body needs and how to make it respond exactly how I want. My tongue swirls all around. She tastes so fucking good. I could spend all day feasting on her perfect cunt, and it will still never be enough.

When I come up for air, she stares down at me with those deep brown eyes that I love, filled with nothing but pure desire. She looks feral, and I fucking love it. I pick up speed with my fingers, watching as her mouth pops open and a silent moan leaves her lips. I can already feel her clamping down on me.

"Please," she begs.

"Such a perfect slut. Always so eager for more."

She’s getting too close to finding her release, so I pull my fingers out of her. When she comes, it will be on my cock. A slight protest falls from her lips when I make a show of licking both fingers clean. The protest quickly morphs into gratitude when I slide my cock into her tight pussy. I pull her legs up into my elbows and slam into her, making her cry out. It's like music to my ears.

My pace quickens, and I lean forward to slap one of her breasts before rolling her nipple between my fingers. She clamps down hard on my cock. "I know my dirty slut likes a little pain. I wonder what these would look like pierced?" I feel her pussy pulse at the mere suggestion.

"Grey, please." She's so close to falling apart.

"Be my good little whore and get my dick nice and wet, little shadow," I tell her while reaching down to rub her clit.

She spasms around me, again, right on the precipice of falling over the ledge I know she's teetering on. Just one more little push should get her to where she needs to be. I shove two fingers into her mouth, and her eyes widen at the intrusion. Instead of pushing down on her throat, I hook them into her cheek. Drool begins to drip down her chin. My beautiful, dirty girl.

"You look so fucking beautiful when you let me use you as my own personal fuck toy."

She moans around my fingers, and I lean down to spit next to them. It lands right in her open mouth. The degradation is all she needs to completely lose herself. Her eyes roll back, and she clenches around my cock, crying out in pleasure as the orgasm ripples through her.

"That's it, baby, come all over my cock," I tell her, and she does.

I pull my fingers from her mouth and wipe them along the side of her chest before pulling out of her. I haven't finished, but that's because I'm not done with her. I point to the floor next to the table, and like a good little pet, she obeys without me even needing to use words.

She positions herself on her hands and knees in front of me on the floor. I kneel behind her, pushing between her shoulder blades and forcing her face to the floor with her ass in the air. I run my hand down the length of her back, watching the goosebumps I leave in its wake until I land on her ass.

I give her a firm slap, and she whimpers while arching her back. I mimic the movement on her other cheek and take notice of the bright red handprint already appearing from the first slap. She whines from the feeling of me rubbing over the handprint.

"You want more, don't you? My desperate slut. Tell me what I want to hear, and I'll make you come again."

"I'm yours," she says, just like I wanted her to.

I slap both cheeks again to make sure she is nice and needy before trailing my fingers along her pussy. "So, fucking wet for me."

I reach down with my free hand to tangle my fingers in her hair, appreciating the way the curls she put in today make it look like fire. Roughly, I pull it back, forcing her back to my chest. My fingers fiddle with her clit for a few moments, and she groans at the teasing pleasure.

Slowly, I sink my cock back inside her. She's so fucking wet, and I know it's all for me. My perfect dirty little slut. Just feeling her around me is enough to make me want to explode inside her.

"Who do you belong to?" I ask as I begin to move inside, thrusting in and out.

"Nobody," she tries.

I push her back down to all fours and crack my hand against her ass. "Try again, slut. Who does this pussy belong to?"

"Me," she says this time.

Again, my hand lands on her ass, making her pussy clench around my cock. I pick up my pace, thrusting in and out of her while she struggles to keep herself on all fours.

"Want to try again, little shadow? Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"

I reach around and pinch her clit, making her sing. "Youuuu."

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