Page 172 of Gift from the Wing

My body blazes as his eyes heat, staring down at my naked body and bare pussy. The caress of his element comes back out and I’m prepared to be tied up however he sees fit, but instead, two small pillows form underneath me, lifting my hips higher in the air.

It’s my gaze’s turn to burn when I’m graced with the sight of how perfectly his dick lines up with me in this position.

“Spread them,” he commands, running his fingers softly up my ankles.

And damn does my body obey.

My legs fall apart, and he dives down like a man starved, causing my legs to wrap around his head. Ropes loop their way around my thighs, spreading them right back apart for him and the shit nearly pulls me off my pillows.

My hand flies to his chestnut curls while the other grips the moss beneath me to hold me steady, but the fucking view I see when I get myself balanced might as well have me free-falling off a cliff.

I can’t even close my eyes from the pleasure because I’m too consumed watching him devour me. I can see it all. Every stroke of his tongue, the desire on his face, his hard cock.

It’s all there for my viewing pleasure.

All that calm, centered balance we both felt goes flying right out the window as his tongue rotates, working over my clit and plunging inside of me. If he keeps up this maddening mix, I’m going to reach my peak multiple times over before finally achieving the release that’s on the edge, waiting not so patiently.

“Tillman, please. I need you inside of me.”

The deep groan that leaves his mouth has my pussy clenching around fucking nothing, but the guttural moan that leaves me has him answering my plea.

Like the master of pleasure he is, he sinks two of his fingers inside of me, while never stopping his tortuous circles around my clit. But when I watch his other hand travel down to his cock and stroke it in sync with his fingers, I can’t help the two things that go through my mind.

One, he’s so fucking amazing at this. If I had more patience with coming, I’d want him to feast on me all day.

Two, his cock is mine, as well as his pleasure.

Possessive? Yes. In this moment, do I give a single fuck? No.

“Your pleasure belongs to me.”

Something between a moan, purr, and growl comes out of me, and the ravenous smile that comes over his face has me both clenching around him and shaking from anticipation.

“Is that right, little warrior?”

His eyes never leave mine and my nipples grow so incredibly painful watching him slowly lick me, I almost forget what he’s asking about.

“Yes,” I cry out, both answering his question and because he presses the pad of his tongue harder against me.

Without missing a beat, his thumb replaces his tongue, and he slams his cock inside of me faster than I saw him raise his head, and all the air in my lungs gets sucked out.

His hands grip my hips, holding me down as he fucks me recklessly and I release the moss that’s clutched in my fist. My nails dig into his forearms, holding on for dear life as he gives me exactly what I asked for and owns every inch of inside of me.

That beautiful burn that starts in my lower belly and spreads through every drop of my blood heats up almost unbearably. All I can manage is to pant his name over and over to let him know I’m about to detonate.

“Are you going to let me have my pleasure after you come, little warrior?”

“Fuck. Yes.” I gasp.

“Then choke my cock so I can fuck this tight pussy full of my cum.”

Yeah, I explode.

It’s not even stars I see as my orgasm rips through me, it’s just blindly white light, and I swear if this were the way I was meant to go, I’d sit my ass happily in the beyond.

“Good fucking girl.” He hisses through gritted teeth.

I didn’t think it was possible for him to get deeper than he already is, but with ease, he lifts my hips a little more and buries himself further inside of me.

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