Page 69 of The Pakhan

Talk about being wrapped around her little finger, something I could never admit to anyone.

“You want this,” she asked, pointing to her bald pussy.

“Yes, it’s mine. Maybe I’ll get it tattooed.”

“Not a chance.” Her laugh sparkled in the air as she continued rubbing my shaft up and down. She could easily destroy a man. The moment she positioned the tip at her slickened entrance, her swollen folds already yielding, I refused to allow her any additional control.

I gripped her hips, bringing her down with a rough yank, her muscles stretching to accept my wide girth. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she kneaded my chest with clawed fingers, throwing back her head.

Her moans were exquisite, igniting another fire deep within me. I could do this for hours on end, the pain not affecting my desire or my stamina.

I held her in position for a full minute, savoring the way her pussy clamped and released. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, refused to blink. As she leaned forward, her lips pursed, she tossed her hair back and forth as she’d done before.

“You can do anything you want to me,” she whispered.

“Be very careful telling a bad man something like that.”

“You’re a pussycat.”

“You are sorely mistaken.” I pulled her up until the tip was barely inside, yanking her down again. She seemed to thrive on the force, still moaning as she dared to rake her long nails down my chest.

The discomfort was exhilarating, more so than I ever would have believed. She remained playful, pushing herself up as much as I would allow, shifting her hips back and forth.

I could easily drown in her scent.

As soon as she started to ride me, I loosened my hold, enjoying every scintillating moment. The electricity soared, the need becoming unbelievable. I’d heard people talk about connections made during passion, something I’d never bought, even laughing at the concept. Sex was sex, right?

But being with her like this was entirely different than with any woman before. Perhaps both our guards were down, finally able to be ourselves. There was no one else in the house, no enemies lurking in the shadows.

Just the two of us.

Priceless.

She did as I’d commanded, riding me long and hard, her body bucking against mine in such a way I found it difficult not to release abruptly. But I wanted her to climax more than I needed relief myself.

Panting, she was having difficulty keeping her eyes open, her body quivering. But I sensed she was close to coming.

“Come for me, baby. Slicken my cock.”

Her laugh was soft, unbelieving. “I can’t just…”

“Yes, you can.” I cracked one hand on her bottom and she yelped then laughed. But in a few seconds, she was unable to hold back herself. Her moans more ragged, she threw her head back, the slight scream squelched.

“Let go, baby. Just let go.”

She seemed to obey me without hesitation, bucking harder and faster, her mouth twisting as an orgasm rushed through her almost violently.

“Oh, my… You are. Yes.”

Noticing a single bead of perspiration, I slipped my index finger through it, and she watched completely fascinated as I pulled it to my mouth.

Every pant, every sound she made pushed me farther. If she didn’t know by now how much she affected me, I would be shocked. She was simply perfect for my needs.

Even if a nagging voice inside of me worried I would destroy not only her life but her intense verve. My world had a way of stripping someone not only of humanity and decency, but the ability to enjoy.

She’d taught me that.

But as I dug my fingers into her rounded hips, I shoved aside all my ridiculous thoughts, admiring the woman I’d once thought of as nothing but a child.

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