Page 47 of The Circus

“T-taste?” she stutters. Does she not know about getting her pussy eaten? Because she’s about to find out, and I intend for it to be fucking amazing.

Kissing the soft skin of her other thigh, I laugh against her, bringing my head up slightly to catch her eyes. She’s staring at me, mouth agape, shock written into her features. The voices rejoice at her innocence, at the fact that I will be the one to claimit, to show her pleasure she’s never known. “I’m going to devour you whole, baby. It’s okay to scream if you need to.”

Her eyes widen another degree, but I drop my mouth to her bare, silky smooth mound, and close my lips around her clit. Her back arches at the contact, the breath leaving her lungs, and I have to keep her pinned to this earth by sheer force alone. The moment I flick my tongue over that bundle of nerves, she cries out and bucks her hips toward my face, her little hands spearing themselves into my hair and tugging painfully at the strands.

All that serves to do is turn me into a hedonistic beast, and I lave my tongue over her cunt, her taste sweet, her pussy so wet I doubt I’ll need the lube I packed just in case.

“Oh…my god,” she breathes. “Teddy…”

My eyes roll back, hearing my name whimpered in such a breathy tone, and I sloppily explore her cunt, my tongue diving into her tight channel before I drag it back up to her clit and suck the little nub between my lips, teasing her with quick flicks of my tongue. She trembles and releases a guttural moan.

“What…what are you…doing?” she asks. It’s fucking cute, everything she doesn’t know, but what’s even hotter is knowing I’ll be the one to guide her, to teach her how to demand what she wants from me, because no other man, woman—fuck, evenghost—will ever make her feel the way I do.

I’ll make damn sure of that.

I chuckle against her, pressing a lingering kiss to her clit, raising my head so our eyes meet again. Her cheeks are blotchy, her eyes shining, and I can feel the dewiness of her and my spit dribbling down my chin. “Does it feel good?”

She nods, eyes widening for dramatic effect, and I grin.

“Can I put my fingers in you?”

She swallows, a serious look settling across her features, but she nods.

“Will it…hurt?” she whispers, uncannily honest in her fear at crossing these new and unknown boundaries. Unable to keep my lips from her now that I’ve had a taste, I kiss her thigh again and shake my head, meeting her eyes from below, her fingers still gripping my hair.

“No, little ghost. I’ll make you feel good.”

A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth, and she nods. Collecting her wetness onto my two middle fingers, I play in her silkiness for a moment, watching her heavy-lidded eyes before I skim my tongue over her clit. She sucks in a breath, and I slowly ease my fingers into her tightness, slightly worried at the fit.

If she’s gripping my fingers like this, how the fuck is she going to take my cock?

I begin a rhythm, slowly pumping them in and out through her slickness, timing my shallow thrusts with the flicking of my tongue. She writhes beneath me, tugging at the ends of my hair until I’m sure I’ll have bald patches. I don’t fucking care, not when she’s making me feel alive for the first time in so fucking long.

Pressing my digits deeper, I’m rewarded with a guttural moan and the fluttering of her walls as her climax builds. A thin band of resistance meets the tip of my middle finger, and a new shiver of icy delight runs through me. I keep the thrusting of my fingers gentle, as deep as that band will allow.

I’m saving her hymen for my cock. The voices want to see her bleed all over me like the little virginal sacrifice she is.

“Mmm,” she whines above me, and I quicken my pace, needing to fuck her, but not until she’s experienced coming from my tongue and fingers first. I grin against her pussy, and the wet noises we’re making are music to my fucking ears. “Oh…Teddy…w-what…”

Her cunt clenches me harder, and I pull away to hastily answer. “Come for me, little ghost, come hard.”

“Ahh!” she cries when I scrape my teeth over her clit, thrusting faster until her pussy clamps down on my fingers. She goes rigid, her muscles tightening, and when that band releases, shedoesscream.

She screams my name.

It echoes and bounces off the plastered walls, loud enough to wake the dead and let them know who their new master is. I keep thrusting through her climax, keep sucking her clit until it sends her into another one, her body spasming beneath mine in ecstasy.

Breathless, I pull away, chest heaving as I move above her. She pants on the mattress, the aftershocks of her orgasm zapping through her, those eyes hooded in lust and contentment. They widen when I bring my sticky fingers up between us so she can see, scissoring them, her slickness stretching between them. Grinning, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck, moaning as I lick myself clean.

She tastes like a fucking dream, and there won’t be a day that goes by where I don’t eat her out.

Eyes wide, she watches me in fascination, and I plant my hands on either side of her head, smirking down at her.

“I think you’re ready for my cock now, aren’t you, good little girl?”

TWENTY-EIGHT

EDEN

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