Page 51 of Eden's Deliverance

It’s something in the scrunch of her brow, the weakness in her tongue as it fights to keep up with mine, the pressure of her legs trapping me inside, and the way she keeps purposefully tightening the muscles of her cunt around me.

I straighten up to sit on my heels and wedge her thighs apart, just admiring the view of us together. Pulling my hips back to watch my cock nearly slip from her pussy, I take notice of the way she keens when I slowly push it back in.

The sight of her makes me salivate, so I let a glob of spit fall onto the point where we meet. When I take aim, I glance up at her face and see she’s tracking the saliva with enchanted eyes.

Julian has definitely trained her to love being spit on.

When it lands with asplat, I use my thumb to spread it around, coaxing another orgasm from her the same way I did on her balcony. I want to feel her come before I do; I want the constriction of her pussy to be the thing that sends me over the edge, milking every ounce of jizz I feed into her.

I don’t know if it’s because I used my tongue the first time and my fingers now, but she doesnotcome silently, spurting out this feral groan as she grips the pillow beneath her head.

Instinctively, I drop down to her and wrap one hand around the crown of her skull while the other goes for her mouth. Together, we ride the waves of her orgasm until my own follows.

Pulling against her head to claw myself deeper with every thrust, I pump her full of my cum while she screams into the palm of my hand. My heart rate rises to a dangerous level as I pant against her temple, but I wait patiently until she’s silent again to remove my hand and kiss her. Our breaths are hot and still taste of her first orgasm, but I soak it all in, content to share anything with her.

We take a few moments to clean up before redressing and walking to the porch for a post-coital cigarette—the best of all cigarettes.

I don’t really know how to handle this part, though.

An awkward silence fills the air, the two of us just puffing on our smokes as we stare blankly into the night. We’re not speaking or reminiscing, only quietly enduring the aftershock.

Do I make small talk? I can’t think of anything to say when the only thing at the forefront of my mind is fucking her again, as soon as possible.

She’s the one to take initiative, stamping out her cigarette before walking towards the door. Her head turns to peek at me over her shoulder, a small grin on her face. “Night, Satan.”

Satan…not Skylar.

“Night, Red,” I return. My delivery isn’t as dry as I mean for it to be, but it’s not even remotely friendly.

Scarlett walks inside, presumably to go sleep in her own bed, leaving me alone on the porch. Without realizing it, she answered all the questions I’ve been ruminating on since taking her into my room.

I’ll always be Satan to her.

She doesn’t actually want me. Not now, not tomorrow, not the day after that. Never.

Pulling out the burner phone I’ve been using to text her, I type outa quick message, then send it through without hesitation.

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Scarlett

I stare at the phone screen, smiling to myself at the absolute gall of this douchebag. How dare he say anything about who I fuck when they’re the ones who told me to go ‘have fun’ until New Year’s Eve.

Not that I need their permission.

They haven’t seemed to learn yet that I’m my own woman, and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want. They don’t own me, so if I want to fuck someone, they can’t do a goddamn thing about it.

Iwantedto fuck Skylar.

I might have had second thoughts when I remembered our parents were only a floor above us, but I enjoyed it. It proved to me these men aren’t the only ones who know how to please a woman, and I no longer need to subject myself to their torture for the sake of an orgasm.

I’d rather do it myself.

The thing is, I wasn’t.

For the first time in weeks, I lived in the moment and stuffed the chaos twins into a tiny box at the back of my mind. I’m not saying I wasn’t surprised by it, but Skylar demanded my attention like I’ve never seen before; it never felt like an option to think of anyone but him.

I could only focus on what he was doing to me.

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