Page 53 of Desire and Revenge

“Hmm,” she moans, “tastes so good.”

And then she’s on me again, sucking and licking and making sounds that make my balls tighten and my muscles lock into steel.

“Your mouth should come with a warning. Damn, Princess.”

“Hmm.”

“That’s it, Princess. Take me deeper, just like that. Harder. Yes. Yes. Yes. I love the feel of you. I love the way your wet mouth sucks me like you’ll die without a taste. Yes. Let that throat convulse around my dick. Take it. Take more. All of me. That’s it.”

My fingers curl more tightly in her hair until it is impossible for her to move. Relaxing, she tilts her head back so she can take me deeper and forces herself to take whatever it is I’m giving her.

Sofia wants me to be satisfied. She wants to rock my goddamn world.

“You’re taking me so good,” I tell her. “Your mouth—” I begin to plunge faster into her mouth, my hips thrusting up into her while my hands on her head begin to guide her faster. Tears run down her eyes as I fuck her mouth brutally, her moans getting louder and louder.

I thrust, forcing himself deeper than before, and then I hold myself at the back of her throat, her nose pressed into my groin. Just when she struggles for air, I release her, withdrawing and allowing her time to breathe. Then I guide myself back to her mouth, still holding her hair tightly in his grasp.

“I want to fill you with my cum, that sinful mouth, your wet pussy,” I grunt. “Jesus, what you do to me,” I say in a raspy voice. “I love you on your knees, Sofia. I’m going to come in your mouth, and I want you to swallow every drop.”

I reach down and twist her nipple from the lace of her lingerie, and a muffled sound vibrates around me. I pinch them harder, and her hand wrapped around my cock tightens.

“Princess!” I bark, loosening my hold on her so she can pull away if she wants, “I’m close. I’m?—”

She pushes her mouth down around me and glances up at me with hunger-filled eyes. My entire body bristles with tension. This is no slow, sensual dance to completion. It is down-and-dirty, quick pleasure. I begin to thrust fast and hard, wet sucking noises echoing in the room as her cheeks hollow with each surge forward.

Gritting my teeth, I continue to pound into her, thighs straining. Desire gathers at the base of my spine and then it erupts.

“Sofia,” I growl as I start to cum, filling her mouth. She makes a choking sound and then she moans and swallows me down. She’s trying to catch up, but I keep coming and coming, the forceful jets hitting the back of her throat just before the head of my cock does. My hand tightens in her hair to the point of pain, but she ignores it.

This damn girl.

I keep pushing into her until she is nearly overwhelmed by the depth of my entry. For a long moment, I hold myself there as the last of my release pumps into her mouth. Finally, my grip on her hair eases and I slowly allow my cock to slide from her mouth.

She swallows and coughs and then swallows again, her eyes watering, but her gaze doesn’t stray from mine. She wants to see my satisfaction. My approval. And so, I nod. Still very much trying to catch my breath.

When she finally pulls away, she locks her gaze on mine and then drags her tongue around her mouth with relish. One second, she’s kneeling between my legs. The next, I’m picking her up, tossing her into the bed and ripping the triangle of material covering her pussy apart.

“Nero!” she chides, but there’s laughter and desire blazing in her eyes.

I throw her legs over my shoulder, bend my head to her soaked pussy, and feast. At the first taste, I already know I’ll never taste anything as good in my life ever again. For a man like me, this is the closest I’ll ever get to Heaven, and so I eat her like a starved man, drawing out cries, pleas, and screams from her.

She writhes on the bed, hips thrusting into the air and trying to move away at the same time. I hold her in place and drink her down. I allow myself to get intoxicated, damning myself to a life where everything else will taste like cardboard in comparison to her.

When she comes, it’s with a scream that I’m barely just able to muffle with my hands. Afterward, she drags me up to her and kisses me, tongues twisting against each other lazily, allowing each other to taste the evidence of our downfall.

“Was that good enough a lesson for you?”

“Hmm,” she murmurs. “I forgot to take notes, though. I’ll have to take the class again.”

I hide my smile in the curls of her hair. Then I wonder what the hell I’m doing and why, instead of tossing Sofia out right after I had come, I’ve eaten her out and am now curled up in bed with her. I’m getting in over my head and I know it, but there’s nothing I can do about it other than wait to see it play out.

You’re making a mistake; you’re destroying everything you’ve worked for with your own hands.

I ignore the warning voice in my head.

Her hand begins to trace the vines curling around my shoulder and neck. “What does it mean? The tattoo, what does it mean?”

“It’s a tree,” I deadpan.

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