Page 105 of Forbidden Lessons

Before I began examining her like a Jane Doe on an autopsy table?

Definitely before I split open her thighs, push up her hoodie, and press my lips against one hip bone, then the other.

But she’s bewitched me like a siren. I’m helplessly drawn to the center of her body, where warmth spills out and coats my skin when I drag my fingertips up through her slit.

I lick my fingertips like that morsel will be enough to satiate me, but it only makes my hunger fiercer, my cock harder.

Pre-cum soaks into my sheets as I lay down between her legs, and I buck against the silky fabric with a quiet groan as I nudge my nose against her pussy.

My tongue darts out to taste her. Not hesitant, but torturing myself with the anticipation of how her deepest core will taste.

Jesus, she doesn’t disappoint.

I dry hump the bed as my tongue spears into her.

Despite the tranquilizer, Haven lets out a tiny mewl.

“Hush, sweet girl,” I murmur, drawing back to stroke her clit with my thumb. “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

At the sound of my voice, Haven’s lips part, and a tiny frown appears between her brows.

I give her pussy a long, hard lick. “That’s it. Let me take away your pain.”

The tip of my tongue delves deep inside her, Haven’s arousal coating my lips and chin, the tip of my nose as I eat her pussy.

She whimpers, a tiny flicker racing through her body.

And fuck, that’s when her pussy starts clenching.

“Christ,” I groan, catching a ragged breath. “I’m going to something I’ll regret if you keep making those noises.”

As if she’s spurring me on, Haven’s soft, even breathing hitches.

“Fuck,” I grate, turning to graze my teeth over the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

How badly I want to leave my own fucking marks on her skin. Would she even notice them? With her hoodie pushed up even further, I can see the bruises on her hips.

Playing rough with her like a cheap toy.

I lick her pussy again, suck her clit. My fingers stroke her soaked slit, dipping in and out, tugging as if I can splay her open.

But it’s when my fingers slide in all the way, as deep as I can go, and I tease her clit between my teeth, that’s when she starts moaning.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” I groan against her clit, my head rolling to the side as I try to will myself to back off.

But I’m way past the point of retreat.

I sit up, my cock in one hand as I finger Haven’s unconscious body with the other. Thumb stroking my dick’s slippery crown with each pass as I jerk off inches from Haven’s dripping-wet pussy.

Another shudder courses through her, a soft sound of pleasure spilling out of her mouth.

“My fingers not enough for you? Want a proper fucking, sweet girl? This thick cock stretching you open? Tearing you up?”

I stare down, watching as I stroke my cock, my fingers widening inside Haven’s pussy, opening her up as I drop my hips and get ready to thrust into her tight, wet core.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I snatch my fingers out of Haven, twisting on the bed to scan the dark pools of my bedroom.

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