Page 66 of Bloody Lace

I tighten my mouth around her clit, sucking hard at her throbbing flesh as she moans, letting go of my cock for a moment in an effort to stave off my own orgasm. I feel her tighten around my fingers, arching up against my hand and mouth, writhing as she reaches the edge—and then her head falls back, her hands yanking at the belt as she starts to come.

She floods my mouth with her arousal, the sound of her pleasure mixing with my groan as she arches again, straining for every last bit of her orgasm that she can reach. I curl my fingers inside her fluttering pussy, thrusting them harder as she grinds into my mouth, and for a moment, I think I’m going to lose control. That my aching, twitching cock is going to spurt all over the sheets, instead of inside of her where I mean to come.

Nothing has ever turned me on more than eating Evelyn out.

When she sags back against the bed, gasping, I lean back, grasping her hips as I flip her onto her stomach. She lets out a yelp of surprise, her fingers clutching at the belt as she twists herhead around, her eyes widening as she sees me grip my cock with one hand and line myself up.

“You promised!” she gasps, trying to twist away. “Dimitri, no?—”

“I’m not going to fuck your pussy,” I murmur. “No matter how badly I want to sink into you and fuck you so hard that you feel it for days. But remember,l’vitsa, I told you there were other ways to fuck you. Ways that come without consequences.”

I angle my cockhead down, bumping the swollen, sensitive flesh against her clit and making her cry out. I thrust once, rubbing against her, and she moans, twisting against me in a way that almost makes me come undone once again.

She feels so fucking good. I could spend days with her in this bed, showing her every single way I could make her come. Fucking her again and again, in every hole. Taking her until she’s mine entirely, until she’s ruined for all other men. Until she’ll never want anyone else but me.

The possessive need that sweeps over me is startling. I’ve never felt this way before, never felt a need to make any womanmine. If anything, I’ve very much always wanted the opposite. Once the high of pleasure wears off, I’ve always wanted them gone, to be alone again, in my own space and solitude. And I’ve never feltthisfor anyone.

This driving need to claim her. To make certain that she never forgets what it feels like to have my cock inside of her.

“Dimitri!” she gasps again, and a shudder runs down my spine, my cock throbbing dangerously as I drag it through the slick wetness that drenches her entrance, up to her tight asshole. “Wait, I?—”

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before,l’vitsa?” I reach down, brushing my fingers over her swollen clit, and she jerks, pushing back against me. My tip starts to press into her ass, and she squeaks, trembling beneath me. But her back is arched,her breathing coming quick and sharp, and I’m not sure she’s as resistant to the idea as she’d like for me to believe.

“No,” she whispers, and my blood roars in my ears. I’d had no idea that any part of her was still virginal, that there was anything I could take for my own. But now that I do, there’s no chance Evelyn is leaving this room until I’ve filled her ass with my cum.

“Good,” I growl, my fingers pressing harder against her clit. “I can’t wait to feel you come with my cock in your ass.”

“I—” The word dissolves into a moan as I start to rub, those tight, small circles that I know set her on the path to another climax. As I do, I tilt my hips forwards, pressing my cock against her tight entrance, aching to feel her clasped around me.

“Fuck,” I growl, as I feel her start to give. The pressure is intense, the need to be inside of her even more so, and I quicken the pace of my fingers as I thrust, my cockhead popping inside of her in the same moment that her head falls back and she cries out with pleasure.

Her thighs splay wider, her hips grinding into my hand as her fingers clutch at the pillow above her head. I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life than Evelyn in this moment, her ink-black hair spilling everywhere, her hands bound with my belt as she claws at the pillow, her skin flushed with arousal as I sink my cock into her perfect ass.

“I won’t last long,” I murmur as she envelops another inch, the tight heat of her making my head swim. “But I’m going to make you come again before I give you my cum.”

Evelyn moans, her head twisting to look at me, her eyes glossy with arousal and a hint of pain as I slide deeper. But it seems to turn her on, the same way the spanking did, that mix of pain and pleasure only pushing her closer to the edge as I rub her clit faster, sinking deeper into her ass.

She feels incredible. I haven’t done this often, and never without a condom before. Her tight heat sears into the sensitive, straining flesh of my cock, my balls tight with need, a tingle running down my spine that tells me that I’m close. I’m so fucking close. But I want to feel her come.

I rub my fingers against her feverishly, gripping her hip with my other hand as I lean in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. She smells divine, like orange and spice, her soft hair brushing my cheek, and I know I’m about to lose control.

“Come for me, Evelyn,” I whisper, and she does.

Her back arches, her head falling back as her fingers dig into the pillow, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as I feel her start to writhe beneath me. She pulses against my fingers, grinding into my hand, and I can’t hold back a second longer.

My hand digs into her hip, and I feel myself explode.

“Fuck!Oh god,fuck, Evelyn—” I moan her name aloud, and I feel her jerk against my hand at the sound, another shock of pleasure rolling through her. My cock spurts inside of her, filling her ass with my cum, and I come harder than I think I ever have before. She looks gorgeous under me, wrecked and shuddering with pleasure, and the thought of her coming all over my fingers while I have my cock buried in her ass sends another jolt through me, a groan escaping my gritted teeth as I thrust once more, drowning in pleasure.

She collapses onto the bed, her hands trembling against the pillow, and I fall forward onto one elbow, trying to keep from putting too much of my weight onto her as I try to catch my breath. I don’t want to slide out of her, don’t want it to end, but as my cock softens and the sensations become too much, I reluctantly pull my hips back, slipping free as I roll to one side.

Evelyn’s face is turned away, and she doesn’t say anything for a long moment. My heart thuds in my chest, a sudden fear fillingme that I’ve hurt her, that I went too far. It feels strange, and I suck in a breath, trying to regain my composure.

She twists her head around finally, her gaze meeting mine. “We have to stop doing this,” she says softly. “We can’t do it again.”

A quip rises to my lips, the urge to remind her that she’s said that before. But instead, I surprise myself by simply asking, “Why?”

Evelyn pauses, her throat moving as she swallows. “I told you,” she says softly, her cheek resting on the mattress. Her hands are still bound, but she’s stopped struggling, and there’s something intensely intimate about the moment that makes a strange feeling crawl through my chest. “I can’t do casual.”

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