Page 65 of Crimson Flames

I alternate between sucking and licking, keeping her in limbo until the timer runs out. It’s like heaven being between her legs again, but it’s even better when I look up and see Boris playing with her tits, pinching and twisting as she writhes on his lap.

He murmurs soft words, encouraging her, coaxing her out of herself so that she can reunite with who she really is.

It’s like I can see her coming back to us as she comes undone on my tongue. Keeping an eye on his watch, I carefully circle her clit again and bring two fingers up to her entrance. Teasing them there, her hips begin to push down.

“Killer, remind me what you can do. Bring me back to us.”

Slowing my pace, I give her what she needs. Not only the sensual attention on her clit, but my hands gliding around her thighs, centering her here with me.

“I’ve got you,” I say gently.

Her body falls into rhythm with mine, and for a moment, it’s just us. There is no pain, no sorrow. Nothing outside this right here.

Her hands delve into my hair, pulling me closer as she begins to ride the edge of that bliss. That’s when I pull back, grinning up at her with my glistening face.

“You with me, Sweetheart?” I tease.

“Don’t play games with me,” she says, but her eyes are hooded, and I think games are exactly what she wants right now.

Two fingers rub at her center, stroking just lightly enough to stimulate but not enough to give her what she needs. I want her to ask for it, then I want her to take it.

She grabs my wrist, pushing my fingers inside of her as she moves her hips. When she takes control, it’s like a drug. I think my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head from a high only she can create.

Just when she’s there again, I pull my hand back.

This time, she grinds her teeth as those forceful eyes pierce mine. “Give me what I want before I make you.”

Leaning forward, I lick a path up her core while chuckling into her sweet pussy.

“I dare you to make me.”

Before the final word leaves my lips, her legs wrap around my neck, and her hand fists my hair. I can feel her strength in each movement as she becomes more sure of herself and what she wants. And right now, she wants to come.

Even though I know it’s only been eight minutes, I give her what she wants since she asked so nicely. Two of my fingers press into her while a third pushes into her ass. I curl them at theangle I know will have her screaming before rubbing back and forth and sucking her clit between my teeth.

“Yes, yes, YES,” she screams, unraveling on my face like the damn goddess she is.

My fingers are pulled in as she spams around me, begging for more, even when her cum drips down my arm. I give it to her though, I’d give this woman everything.

My teeth press hard enough around her swollen nub that she moans before crying out again. I can see Boris’ hands moving, driving her wild as the two of us bring her to ruin.

“You are so much more than a womb to us,” Boris says softly into her ear. I see her lip tremble as she battles with acceptance of our words.

Releasing her clit, I pull my hand free so my tongue can clean her up. When I sit back on my heels, my hands spread her open and Boris’ fingers tease her red clit.

“Your purpose is so much more than just being a mother,” I say, remembering all of the affirmations Dr. K taught us.

This time, our eyes lock, and she nods in agreement.

“You are strong,” Boris says before slapping her clit, causing her to jolt.I love watching her like this. It’s these moments where I know that even if she doubts herself, I know she was made for us.

“You were made for more than pregnancy,” I say as I stand and unbuckle my belt.

I can see the emotions swirling in her gaze as if she’s fighting her demons’ voices back. Dr. K said we just needed to be louder than them, so I will get a bullhorn if needed. My girl won’t doubt herself anymore.

Boris reaches for my belt, and I hand it to him. Carefully, he wraps it around her wrists like a set of cuffs, pulling it tight before raising her hands above her head and fastening the end somewhere behind them.

“Do you have hardpoints on this plane?” I ask, shocked I didn’t notice them before.

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