Page 28 of Extraction Play

She was tired of feeling like shit.

She was tired of passively taking blows.

She was tired of being good.

Tonight, she just wanted to claim.

Eva ran her thumb along Pixie’s chin, the shiver traveling to her. Pixie’s breath hitched, and Eva kept Pixie’s chin lifted as she dragged her thumb across the plump lower lip, still moist. The shadows painted Pixie’s features a little starker, but even in the dark she could see Pixie’s widened eyes, and she caught the audible swallow.

“Dove, can I kiss you?” she asked, her voice low and throaty from the sheer volume of lust burning her up right now.

Pixie bobbed her head.

Eva tsked. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Here?” She pushed her thumb against that plump lip.

“Mm.”

Eva reached down and feathered her fingers over the apex between her thighs, which was scorching. “Here?”

Pixie’s harsh breath shattered the quiet. “Yes.”

“Such a good girl.” Eva wrapped her hand around Pixie’s nape and crushed their lips together.

Electricity sparked between them, like defibrillation paddles to a heart that had stopped beating. Eva closed her eyes and sank into the sensation of kissing Pixie Monroe. She was pliable in her grasp, pure, seductive surrender, and Eva deepened the kiss. She plunged her tongue into Pixie’s mouth, claiming her in a rough, dirty kiss as she gripped the back of her neck tighter. Pixie let out a low whimper that shot right to Eva’s pussy, sparking her core to life.

Pixie tasted like jasmine tea, mint toothpaste, and late nights, and Eva savored each lick into her mouth. She grabbed Pixie by the hips and nudged her over. Pixie took to cue at once, breaking for a breath as she climbed onto Eva’s lap. She straddled her, those smooth-as-sin thighs on either side of hers, and a burst of lust rolling through Eva made her light-headed.

Her weight on Eva’s lap grounded her like nothing else, and the heat emanating from Pixie’s pussy was intense as fuck. Eva nipped at Pixie’s lower lip, hard enough that a coppery taste burst in her mouth. Pixie moaned harder, writhing on her lap. The grinding woke up her clit, barely covered in panties and her thin pajama shorts. She kissed Pixie again, smothering her sweet noises. They couldn’t afford to be loud tonight.

Not in the middle of the apartment with Micah sleeping a room away.

Eva shoved her guilt down as she basked in the feeling. In the way Pixie’s soft lips woke her to life like nothing else. On how drinking in her moans filled her with the desire she’d been searching for. Of how having this shapely woman in her lap bolstered her confidence that she’d thought was obliterated.

Fuck, she needed more.

Eva pulled back and looked into Pixie’s eyes. Her breath came out in shaky pants, like she’d just been fucked, and her lips were spit-slicked and glossy, visible even in the dim track lighting that trickled in from the hallway. Darkness slid along their bodies like a caress, and Eva memorized each curve. She dragged her hands along Pixie’s warm hips, trailing down until she reached the hem of her tee.

“I’m guessing some little slut is soaked for me,” Eva murmured as she teased her fingers back and forth along her skin at the hemline.

Pixie nodded.

“I better find out for myself.” She drifted her fingers underneath the flimsy fabric and up to her panties. When Eva slipped her fingertips front and center, she had to bite back a low curse. Soaked was an understatement. Those panties needed to be wrung out.

“Damn, dove, looks like you need to take these off.”

Pixie’s swallow echoed through the room as she shifted from her lap and shimmied out of her panties. As much as Eva wanted to play with her gorgeous tits tonight, she wanted to taste her pussy more.

“Lie on the couch.” She pushed up to one knee, making it clear where she wanted Pixie. “And give me your panties.” She held her hand open, and Pixie placed the sodden scrap of fabric in her palm.

Pixie lay flat on her back, her pretty pussy bared. The tee hiked up high on her chest, exposing her gorgeous stomach and those fuck-me hips. Her eyes glistened, her mouth parted, and her hair was mussed in a way that made Eva want to spear her fingers through it while she fucked her face.

However, right now, she had a definitive goal in mind. Pixie’s pussy gleamed, fucking drenched, and Eva’s mouth watered for a taste. She climbed on top of the woman and pressed a kiss to her lips. Once she pulled back, she balled up the panties and stuffed them into Pixie’s mouth.

“Since I know you can’t keep quiet, you have help tonight. Tap me if you need out. Understood?”

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