Page 54 of Wicked Serve

She manages to smile, even as she takes more of me into her mouth. She works me over with her hand, just the way she knows I like. Her tongue presses against the sensitive underside, making me jerk, fingers tightening in her hair. She moans, and the sound emboldens me; I wrap her hair in my fist and pull. I’d recognize that intake of breath anywhere.

She looks up, eyes sparkling, and gets me back by running her nail down the vein in my cock.

I hiss, resisting the desire to push further into the warmth of her mouth. She teases me with each lick, each shallow suck, until she takes me into her throat. Her lips look pretty as fuck stretched around my dick, lipstick smudged. I sink deeper without entirely intending to, but she takes it. My perfect girl takes what I give her, trusting me not to choke her.

“Breathe through your nose,” I remind her. I watch her relax and reward her with a gentler tug on her hair. “That’s it. You’re being such a good girl for me.”

Only for me. I don’t want her on her knees for anyone else; this is a sight for me and me alone. Other guys didn’t know how to treat her right. A girl like her needs it dirty, no matter how sweet she seems.

I thrust deeper, rough enough to make a claim. She shuts her eyes again. Tears leak from the corners, her diamond earrings swaying with our movements.

“You get me so fucking hot.” My voice drops to a callous whisper. “What if I came down your throat? Would you drink every drop?”

She manages a moan, the vibrations going straight to my dick. I let out a strangled curse, thrusts faltering. My balls draw up tight, the pleasure building to a fever pitch in my gut. However much I love when she swallows my seed, I love coming inside her more. I ease her off my cock, hand curling over her cheek. I will myself to calm down long enough to get inside her.

“Easy, sunshine,” I murmur as I help her to her feet.

I turn her around, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder as I inch down the zipper of her little white dress. She’s breathing shallowly, each touch sparking more soft, addictive noises.

The dress falls from her shoulders. I press close, wrapping my arm over her middle, letting her feel the weight of it. She turns her head, seeking out my kiss. I reward her with one, my tongue slipping into her mouth. I reach down with my other hand, pushing aside the flimsy fabric of her panties, and work two fingers in deep.

“Nik,” she says immediately, her voice high and breathy. “Babe, oh my God—”

I scrape my teeth over her pulse, then kiss it. She shudders in my arms, pushing against me until I thrust my fingers, plunging in and out with less finesse than raw, bone-deep need. I want her coming on my fingers and again on my cock, and I want to hear it. Yet technically, we’re still playing her game. Dancing around each other.

“Let him hear what he’s missing,” I order.

She gets louder and louder, whining each time I pinch her clit, until she’s teetering on the edge. I add a third finger and curl all of them inside her, and she comes with my name on her lips.

Fucking hell, I love that sound. My dick is throbbing so badly, I hiss as it presses against the small of her back. I urge her onto the bed, grabbing a condom from the nightstand before joining her.

“Come here,” she says, reaching up to kiss me, her nails combing through my hair.

I rip the wrapper with my teeth and roll the condom on, then prop myself up to get a good look at her. I’m always breathless around her, but this is a special kind of torture. She’s still half-wearing the dress, her delicate, light pink bralette visible alongside the ruined matching panties. I messed up her hair, and there’s a smear of lipstick across her cheek. She strokes my arm, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

An errant tear slips down her face. I wipe it away with the hand that’s still soaked in her slick.

“Good?” I check, just to be safe. “I didn’t push you too much, did I?”

She shakes her head, then drags me between her legs. “Please.”

That one little word has me on the fucking edge again. I tear her panties off and press against her as her legs wrap around my still-clothed body. Her heels hook at my back, encouraging me to push into her.

“Fucking hell,” I groan when I’m inside her all the way. Pleasure sparks down my spine at the feel of her tight core. I thrust shallowly, and she squeezes tight around my cock as if in answer. I move for real, then, shoving her several inches up the bed accidentally. She reaches for the slats in the headboard, steadying us both.

“Come on,” she says, a satisfied smirk on her face. “You can give it to me harder.”

No doubt she knows by now exactly how easily she’s able to unravel me. I thrust again and again, bending my head low to kiss her. My hair falls into my eyes as I build up a rhythm, but I shake it away so I can see the unbridled pleasure on her face. My hips snap forward and back, drawing enough noise from her that there’s no way other people in the hall don’t know what we’re up to.

Fuck it. Let them hear her. When I’m deep inside her again, I freeze with difficulty, rubbing her clit. Her hips nearly come off the bed, even pinned by my body. Her eyes are wild, desperate. I move again, touching her clit all the while. When she’s trembling so hard I can feel it, I press a chaste kiss to her cheek, so different from the rough thrusts.

“Let go, sweetheart.”

“Nik—”

“For me, Isabelle.”

I slam home one more time. She cries out loudly as the orgasm hits her, and that combined with her tight fucking pussy sends me over the edge as well. I come with a moan, the tension leaving my body at once as I sag against her. After a long moment, I try to pull away, but she holds me still.

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