Page 56 of Vengeful Sins

“I… I mean…” She lowers her gaze, swallowing hard.

“I’m not letting go until you agree not to do it again. And if you don’t think I’ll check every fucking day,” I warn, “you’remistaken. If I have to follow you everywhere, that’s what I’ll do. You will not make a single move on your own if I even suspect you’re going to harm yourself. You don’t do that anymore. Understood?”

Her wide eyes find mine, searching for understanding. How is she supposed to find it when I don’t understand myself? “Why does this matter so much?” she whispers.

Good question. I wish I knew the answer.

The best I can do is back her against the counter and wedge a leg between hers, letting my hands run up her bare sides, savoring the way she shivers at my touch. “Because you’re mine, or have you already forgotten?” I growl, my dick going hard when she shivers again, and her gaze falls on my mouth. “And I don’t like other people fucking with what’s mine. Understood?”

When she doesn’t answer right away, I take her by the back of her head, burying my hand in her strawberry blonde curls. “Do you understand?” I ask again.

The best she can do is offer a soft squeak before my free hand finds her bra clasp and pops it open. Her lips part so she can release a soft, deep sigh when I cup one of her perfect tits, weighing it in my hand before brushing my thumb over the tip of her stiffening nipple.

It goes fully hard as she arches her back like she’s giving herself to me. Of course she is, because this is what she wants. It’s what she needs.

And what do I need? At the moment, I need to hear her moan. I need to remind myself of what I just told her, that she is mine to do with as I please. That means lowering my head so my mouth can replace my hand, tugging her nipple with my pursed lips, flicking with my tongue until her hands find my head so she can hold me closer, pull me in tighter, make my scalp tingle as her nails graze it.

“Oh, yes,” she whispers, and I love the sound. The way she gives in so completely, knowing she’s fully in the moment with me. No hesitation, no questioning. The pursuit of what her body wants.

Right now, her body wants me, judging by the way her hips begin to move.

“What is it you want?” I whisper before switching to her other nipple so I can tease it with my tongue. Fuck, she tastes so good. I could live off the taste of her skin alone. Something about her wakes up something in me, a part of me that craves and needs deeper than I’ve ever needed anything. This is more than getting my dick wet. It’s more intense, addictive.

She doesn’t answer in words—no, she turns her face away like she’s ashamed, but she also bears down on my leg to rub her pussy against it harder than before. She can’t deny it any more than I can.

“My cock? Is that it?” I have to laugh at her soft whimpers, like she hates how easy it is for me to do this to her. I know that hatred. And I know how easy it is to make it explode into something hotter and fiercer.

“I could make you come,” I whisper while I play with her tits and paint her skin with my tongue. “Would you like that? Would you like to come for me?”

Her short, sharp breaths come faster, and her fingers tangle my hair while she moans. My dick goes rigid at the sound. I’m dripping in my shorts, straining to be free, until I have to sit her on the counter and spread her legs, pressing myself tight against her hot mound.

“Oh, god,” she moans, leaning back against the mirror, closing her eyes. Even with a fat lip, she’s beautiful and—maybe more because of it, the imperfection making the rest of her look that much better. Her tits rise and fall with every ragged breath she takes. I could jerk off just watching her like this, but it’smuch better to feel and taste, to know I am the one who makes her whimper and moan like she is, especially when I grind against her mound. She’s so hot, so ready, wrapping her legs around my thighs to pull me in. She might not say it out loud, but her body can’t lie.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, when I trail kisses down her stomach, which clenches when I swirl my tongue around her navel. All I do is glance up at her, locking eyes for a second before unbuttoning her jeans and working them down. When she doesn’t lift her hips right away, I do it for her, pulling them over her ass, taking her lace-trimmed panties with them.

She goes tense, but I shush her, my breath making her tremble when it hits her skin. “Relax,” I whisper, spreading her legs wider and staring at her glistening, pink pussy. The only thing that’s given me any peace lately, the only way of escaping my troubled thoughts.

It’s incredible, watching her react when I purse my mouth to blow across those bald lips. They glisten with her excitement, parting a little bit to let her pink bud poke through. It’s swollen, getting darker as blood rushes to it. Soon her hands are on my head again. But the harder she tries to make me give her what she needs most, the more time I take, because I’m not letting her call the shots.

“What is it you want?” I ask, looking up, watching her face contort in frustration.

“You’re killing me,” she whimpers.

“That’s what you want? For me to kill you?” When she snarls, I can only laugh even though I’m pretty sure my dick is going to snap in half if I don’t let it free soon.

“No! Just… it hurts. Make it stop hurting.” She pulls my head closer, tilting her hips in her desperation. “Please, Tucker. Lick me. Eat me. Make me come.”

Holy fuck. Like anything could stop me now. With my hands on her thighs to hold her still, I drag my tongue along her slit, savoring her musky sweetness while she bucks her hips hard enough I have to pull back a little or else break my nose. “Easy,” I murmur, looking up at her again. “This won’t be much fun if I’m injured.”

“Sorry… oh, god, please!” Her juices are flowing, coating her lips and running down her crack. I lap up every drop, my tongue plundering her, exploring every inch of skin, diving inside her quivering folds, ravishing her while she moans helplessly and scrapes her nails along my scalp. I’m lost in sensation, lost in her, completely overwhelmed and wanting nothing but more, more, everything I can take. Everything I can give her.

“Oh, yes!” she sobs when I zero in on her clit, flicking it, teasing it, feeling it swell under my tongue while her juices coat my chin. Somewhere in the room, an animal is grunting. It’s me, driven half insane by the need to make her explode on my tongue.

And when she does, my heart pounds hard enough that I’m sure it will explode. She grips my head, screaming, laughing, drowning me in her juices. And like the greedy fuck I am, I lick up every drop, taking all of her, everything she can give me, and thrusting my tongue inside her juicy cunt when it’s not enough. It will never be enough.

“Shit! Oh, god!” she squeals, humping my face, barely breathing between moans. “Yes! Yes! Keep going… just like that!” Her muscles flutter, her legs shake, and I am dripping into my shorts by the time I have to give up or else die from need. The need to be inside her, to feel those muscles clenching around my cock.

Her eyes darken when I stand and strip off my shorts and boxer briefs. I can’t help gasping in surprise when she wraps a hand around me and strokes, drawing one groan after anotherfrom deep in my chest. “I want you to come on my cock,” I growl, thrusting into her fist. “Put it inside you.”

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