Page 21 of Secrets Within Us

I knew the second my fingertips felt the wet heat of her pussy I’d be lost to her forever, I’d never be the same and I’d never be able to walk away, but that was exactly what I wanted the most.

I wanted something to tie me to her, something to claim her as mine.

So I leaned down and took her nipple between my lips, sucking it hard before biting it, causing her to arch her back, pushing it deeper into my mouth as I slid my fingers the last inch and into the slick heaven of her pussy.

And for the first time in years, I felt like I was where I belonged.

Chapter 7- Hadley

Molly

Jesus.

Fucking.

Hell.

As his lips indulged at my breast, my back arched in a painful yet pleasurable way, the gentle nip of his teeth adding a hint of delightful pain to my puckered nipple. However, I found myself capable of enduring it all without being overwhelmed.

I actually wanted more.

His hand slid lower and buried his fingers in my wetness as he rubbed the calluses of his hands over my hypersensitive clit.

“Fucking hell, you’re so wet, Hadley. So fucking hot and perfect.” He growled against my breast.

I was still on my side, with my torso turned toward him as he explored my pussy.

It felt so fucking good, my hips jerked and bucked under his hand as my ass ground deeper onto his cock between me and his stomach.

He was fucking big. Seriously huge and I thirsted to feel him inside of me.

It would hurt, but I craved the pain I knew he’d bring me.

His pain was so different from the pain the Saint had inflicted. I reveled in Kip’s pain. I danced in the burn and moaned at the torment.

And I was fucking crazy.

But I couldn’t worry about that right now, I wanted his crazy more than my next breath.

As he slid two fingers over my clit, I humped his cock. He was teasing my entrance with the tips of his fingers as I bucked and rode his hand, his tongue never leaving my breasts.

Kip played me like a fiddle for a while, rimming the entrance of my pussy where I so desperately needed him and then moving up to pinch and pull at my clit before grinding his big fingers against it in circles. He brought me so close to an orgasm over and over but held off.

“Please, Kip.” I moaned pathetically as I reached behind me and palmed his cock, sliding my nails over it through the fabric of his briefs from balls to tip.

“Say it, Hadley. Beg me for it.” He kissed his way up to my neck, where he bit down gently before soothing the pain with his tongue, then moving on and leaving another mark over the marks that were already there from before. He was claiming me over them.

“Make me come, please. Please let me come.” I whined and rejoiced when I felt his smile against the skin right below my ear.

“You’re such a good girl, so perfect. So perfectly mine.” And with that, he buried two thick fingers deep inside of me, eliciting a gasp and shudder from my lips as I turned back onto my side completely to ride his expert fingers.

His praise was a drug, the absolute best I’d ever tasted. I needed the affirmation more than I needed anything else before in my life. I longed for it.

I kept my hand on his cock, his hips kept thrusting it between my ass cheeks. I could tell he was close too, and I knew he wanted his release, but I didn’t know if I could handle actual sex with him. He didn’t give me a long time to worry about it before his fingers curled inside of me, rubbing deliciously on the bundle of nerves inside of me that shot red-hot lightning through my limbs and spine.

“Fuck!” I gasped as the orgasm that had been building exploded inside of me. I convulsed in his arms as he held onto me, never letting up on my pussy or my sensitive nipples.

I felt his cock tense up even more in my hand and heard him grunt as warmth pooled inside of his briefs as he came in my hand. We both rode out the waves of ecstasy at each other’s hands and then laid there, trying desperately to catch our breaths.

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