Page 50 of Eden's Deliverance

I should have been the one to taste her, and it should have beenmefeedinghimthe cream from her cunt. He wouldn’t have her at all if I didn’t let him. But no matter what he does at Eden, he can’t take this from me.

I waste no time diving face-first into her pussy. She still smells mostly of body wash, but the second I get a taste of the arousal dripping from her, I go wild. I should probably be embarrassed by the rumbling groan I make against her, but I couldn’t give a shit. I’ll make whatever sound she wants as long as it keeps drawing out those sweet cries.

I’ll never be able to take my hair down around her because I’ve made it a part of my Eden identity. There’s not much for her to hold on to as I fuck her with my tongue, but man, she tries the best she can.

Her nails dig into whatever she can reach, scratching against my scalp, my shoulders, and the forearms I have wrapped around each of her thighs to keep her in place.

I’m still learning what she likes, but I have noticed she moans more deeply when I flatten my tongue rather than using the point of it. If I wander too far from the sweet spot, she’s not shy about shuffling her hips into a different position, taking exactly what she needs from me.

I love it.

The way she responds is so satisfying, like we’re perfectly compatible to communicate through body language alone. Like this is enough for us. Like maybe it’s okay that we fight all the time, because this is where we’re meant to shine together.

I know she’s close when she stops making noise, solely concentrating on grinding her clit against my flattened tongue in rapid succession. Just to send her over the edge with a bang, I stick two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to find her G-spot. She does the rest of the work, gyrating her hips to steal her pleasure as she rides my tongue.

Scarlett is completely soundless when she comes. Only two indications give her away: the tight contractions of her pussy walls suffocating my fingers, and the way she digs her feet into the bed to raise her hips away from me.

I don’t fucking think so.

I want her to be overstimulated. I want her to beg me to stop.

Tighteningmy grip on her thigh, I rip her back down and devour her, not daring to quit until she wails so loudly that it might actually wake our parents.

I don’t think it’ll give me away to make her taste herself, so I crawl back up her body and feed my coated tongue through her panting lips. This dirty bitch sucks on it like a piece of candy. She’s fucking perfect for me, and I need to have her.Now.

There’s no going back from here—once she’s mine, that’s it. If I get naked, I can never let her see me like this at Eden. In the back of my mind, I wonder if I’ll even need to pursue her there after tonight. Could this be it for us? Will she still want me tomorrow or the next day?

She’s lifeless when I stand to kick my pants off, basking in her afterglow like she’s lying on the beach under the sun. My cock springs free from my jeans, and the temperature difference almost hurts when the cool air blows over my flushed skin.

I kneel between her spread legs and toss her calves over my thighs, scooting as close as I can. Eager to feel her warmth, I run the head of my cock up and down her pussy, soaking it with her cum until she’s literally dripping off me.

I wish I could pause this moment in time and archive it away in my brain so I’ll always remember it perfectly.

I want to relive the heart-pounding elation I feel when lining myself up for the first thrust. I want to recall the taste of her on my lips when I crawl up her body to press our mouths together. I want to experience the phantom tingles of her hands caressing my lower back when she wraps her arms around my waist to brace herself. I want to memorize the connection I feel when I bury myself inside her, tangling my fingers through her hair and pulling against the crown of her head to ensure I’m as deep as I can possibly be.

At first, I’m worried it might be too much when she expels a pained cry as the head of my cock digs into her cervix from the added weight. I’m reminded of a thought I had all those weeks ago, after our last encounter here. I contemplated what it might be like to see her cry as I fuck her—but that was just a daydream.

Thereality is so much sweeter.

Her cry turns into a soft moan with every slow drag of my cock, and it fuels my drive. I cradle her skull in my hands, pulling her further down so I bottom out every single time I roll my hips into her.

I want her to feel all of me. I need her to be sore for days afterward so she can be reminded that I was here, and she’s the one who let me in.

She either adjusts to the pain or feeds off it, because when her feet dig into my ass and suck me into her orbit, I know she’s enjoying it. This is how it has to be with us—an amalgamation of pain, pleasure, hate, and lust—because two fractured souls like ours couldn’t settle for less.

I know Scarlett’s pain; I know the loss of a parent, I know the hardships of school, I know the lack of passion in a partner.

I’d be lying if I said I ever tried to have a real relationship or indulge anyone’s feelings before her. Although my mom is the picture-perfect parent, I’ve seen the horrors of the world. I know what it looks like to pour love and trust into another person, just for them to destroy it in front of your very eyes.

I’m not saying I want that with Scarlett. It’s just that filling a void with sex still requires something fulfilling, and I haven’t been satisfied. I’ve tested my compatibility with partners at school and Eden, but it’s all fake and full of vanity.

I’d rather have a steady fuck buddy I share sexual chemistry with than hook up with random broads for the fun of it. I want passion and heat as much as the next person—as much as Scarlett does.

She wrote in her diary about how that was her whole purpose for going to Eden. She wanted something new, satisfying, and enlightening.

I have that with her; I just wish she felt the same way.

Her nails dig into the flesh of my back and pull my mind back to her in the present, but it just reminds me how close I am to the edge.

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