Page 51 of Seduce & Destroy

The journey of her tongue from my mouth to my chest was wet and her voice was deeper than I’d ever heard it, when she said, “No, princess, I’m seducing you.”

My blood thrummed at the prospect as my pussy became hot and damp.

Fuck it.

I wanted her more than my brain wanted answers. This was her game, and I was losing, but what a privilege it was to be completely undone by her. I never lied to her, I dreamt of this. Roughly, I grabbed her chin, lifting it so that our mouths almost met again so that I could say, “Then seduce and destroy me, baby. I’m all yours.”

Then, devoured her whole.

Our mouths clashed and my back hit a wall. I couldn’t see it, but it felt cold behind me as Kenna grinded into me with impassioned aggression that was sure to leave bruises in the morning.

Warmth spread over my body again as her hands wandered over every inch of exposed skin. I grabbed her arse with both hands, and with all my might lifted her further into me, bringing us closer.

I was keenly aware that the cameras were watching but too intoxicated to care. For once, I could do something for myself. Consequences be damned. Yet, somehow, it felt like the family was always involved in my sex life.

“Let’s go to my room,” I said and pushed Kenna off me, grabbed her hand tight, and ran to the bedroom. The door slammed behind us. We fell on the bed in a brief giggle before ripping our clothes off.

She moaned when I pulled my jeans off, exposing my wet pussy to the gentle breeze coming in from the window. It gave me goosebumps.

“You nervous?” She asked.

I hooked my leg around her and flipped her. “No. I want to eat your pussy.”

“Oh, do you now?”

I nodded, laying her flat on the bed. This brazen character I was playing was purely selfish. For once in my life, I wanted to take and take without remorse for feeling. It wasn’t natural for me. It was instinctual.

When she attempted to lean herself up on her elbows, my firm hand pushed her back down. Kissing in light circles around her stomach and upper thighs, I teased her, my hand outstretched to roll her nipple between two fingers.

“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten your avoidance of my questions.” I pinched extra hard, and a breath caught in her throat.

Dragging my hand down her body, I moved my mouth up and over her heart. With my other hand, I dig a finger into where her heart sits, beating fast under the skin. “This. I want this. And to get this,” I moved my hand to her hair and pulled it taut. “I need this.”

It was a rare feeling. To be above someone. In control. Usually, I was taught it only as a vehicle for death, but now I have only pleasure on my mind.

Using one finger, I circled her clit, bringing some wetness from her entrance to swirl and glide my finger smoothly over the surface. “Were your brothers at the school?”

“Don’t talk about my brothers now.” She growled.

I slapped the inside of her thigh. “Answer.” I swirled my finger again making her keel forward.

“No.” It came out in a harsh breath.

I descended my mouth to hover above her pussy. My breath skating across the sensitive skin. “Why not?”

“They’re older.” It was a poor answer, but still I latched onto her clit, sucking and licking. When she said no more words, I grazed my teeth over it. “It wasn’t necessary.” She rushed out.

It was my first time going down on a girl. My rule book of female pleasure was her treatment of me. Well, that and the internet. Nothing prepared me for the moment. Fake it till you make it, I guess.

I dove down between her legs.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them round my head in a rough hold. Undeterred, I lapped and sucked at her clit, occasionally dipping my tongue into her hole. She moaned in response.

“Why did you go there?”

“Reasons.” She fell into a fret of shakes and pulses as her orgasm crashed into her. It was remarkable to see and know I was the cause. Her hand kept me in place as she effectively rode my face to prolong her high.

But I withdrew. “Good ones?”

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