Page 127 of Unwrapping Deviance

“Okay, sweetheart, I’m going to fix this,” I promise, mind set.

Extracting myself from her hold, I wiggle down her body. My hands shove her top up and I fall on her tits. I nuzzle the mounds with every bit of my new obsession. I suck and lick and tease until she’s thrashing beneath me. Her legs bow wide in invitation and my dick is ready to accept the calling, but I reach down and squeeze the misbehaving appendage until the pain dulls a fraction.

Time and place, asshole.

I mean, technically, I guess this is exactly the time, but it’s not.

I do make my way to the only gateway to heaven I will ever be allowed in and dive in face first. I run my tongue through her wet folds, savoring her delicious release. I invade her hole with firm thrusts that have my brat gasping and clutching my hair.

“Christian?”

My eyes spring open and jump up the plain of her body to where she’s watching me, eyes half lidded with sleep and dark with arousal.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I murmur, replacing my tongue with my fingers.

Mira tightens. Her walls pull me deeper as her fingers tug my face back to her mound.

“Don’t stop. Lick my pussy.”

Fuck!

Never one to deny a lady, I do as I’m told. I lick the shit out of her little cunt. I fill her hole and lick until she’s arching and grinding against me.

“Pants,” she gasps. “Take them off.”

This is definitely not what I came in here for, but I’m on my knees, slick fingers unfastening my jeans. I barely get them down my thighs and Mira’s on me. She’s in my lap, her top gone. Her hand reaching between our bodies to grip my cock. Guiding it to her center.

In a single, hungry thrust, she engulfs my whole dick into the hot cave of her body. She hugs me with her wet walls and rocks. Her snarling hiss of, “God, you feel so good!” rings through my skull as she impales herself over and over again.

It’s desperate. Like she’s trying to fuck something out of her system. I’m not complaining. I’m more than happy to let her use me to get herself off.

I reach between us and cup her breast. My other hand hooks into her hair and I drag her back enough to latch onto a nipple.

Mira sighs and holds my head to her chest as she chases her orgasm. I know it’s close. I can feel the flex and ripple of her velvet core sucking me.

I drop my hand to her lips and find her clit.

Mira grunts. She tightens.

“Christian.”

“I got you, sweetheart. Let go.”

She moans my name again, the sound torn from her chest as she lets her head fall back and cums.

“God, baby, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

Still shuddering, she lifts her head and captures my mouth. She kisses me hard. Her teeth sink into my lip, drawing blood and she slams her hips over my dick, driving harder and harder.

“Cum in me,” she growls, fisting my hair. “I need to feel you filling my pussy, Christian.”

Fucking damn it!

I cum with a violent explosion that momentarily blinds me. My cock convulses in her greedy cunt, and she sucks up every drop. My little brat whimpers as I fucking drown her.

I hold her long after my dick has slipped out from inside her. I keep her in my lap, her arms and legs bound tightly around me, her face buried against the side of my neck.

“It was you,” she whispers just as I’m beginning to think she’d fallen asleep. “I lost you.”

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