Page 17 of Cupid's Naughty Elf

Piper chooses that moment to tilt her pelvis in an offering as the birthday playlist ends and another begins; I answer her call. As the first note of a sensual low-fi riff begins, I lean forward and take her lips in a quick, yet harsh kiss.

My tongue plunders and caresses as she fights back against my hold, desperate to take control, but I don’t allow it. This isexactly how I want my sugar plum after years of tempting and showing me what I couldn’t—wouldn’t touch then.

This is both a punishment and a promise. For her and me.

“No!” Piper cries out when I peck her swollen lips a final time before raking my teeth down her body. From her mouth down the center of her chest, I nip and bite my way to her pussy. She’s squirming in my hold, her desperation palpable, until my teeth scrape across her clit. That small contact has her thrashing, but then I’m too far gone into delirium to savor the moment.

I devour her. Almost angrily so.

From her bundle of nerves to her clenching hole, I give her one long lick with the flat of my tongue before kissing Piper’s entrance with reverence. A singular moment of sweetness is all I can give her because I’m beyond rationality as her decadence dances across my tastebuds.

She’s intoxicating, and I’m a starving man who’s received the greatest honor from God.

My life. My wife.

Piper tastes of spun sugar with a hint of salt while a fruit undertone blooms at the back of my throat. It reminds me of mangoes, or maybe it’s the pears she loves so much, but the combination has me painfully hard and I move one of my hands from her hip to my cock. Grip tight, I fuck my hand in time with every flick of my tongue across her sensitive flesh. Match every one of her moans with a swipe of my thumb across the engorged head.

A shiver runs down my spine at the sight of her thighs trembling.

“Fucking hell,” I hiss out, burying my face between her thigh and the sudden vibrations cause her to yelp. To thrash beneath my tongue, and son of a bitch she’s a beautiful work of art.

So soft and slick—pliable—my little slut undulates beneath my assault while my hungry growls and the sound of her wetness create a sinful harmony.

“Oh God.” Piper tries to reach out for me but the colorful lights don’t let her. Her frustration is clear in her tone—in the jerky movement of her hips before I pin her in place, heightening her aggravation. “Liam, I need to touch you. Please, baby.”

“Behave and take what I give you, sugar plum.” A nip to her mound, right above her clit, and she tries to bow into herself. The limited slack of her restraints impedes her movements and I’m happy to place my tongue within reach and let her ride it as a reward. Her eyes close for a second, teeth digging into her bottom lip but I remedy that with a sharp smack to her thigh.

Those hazel orbs I love so much snap open in shock: heavy-lidded yet focused. Following my every move.

“Keep them on me.” A command, my tone near animalistic and she nods, crying out as I start flicking her clit in rapid succession.

It earns me a throaty scream, but it’s still not loud enough.

Raking my teeth across the bundle, I nip it a final time before pulling back and admiring my work. She’s flushed and breathing hard, eyes pleading for more, while her juices pool at her clenching entrance before slipping toward her puckered hole.

Then the bed.

There’s a growing puddle beneath her, and like the Middle Ages, I’ll find a way to display my trophy in our home. She might not like my ideas for décor, but I’ll make her come around to the idea somehow.

“Release me.” It’s hissed out, kittenish in its appeal and level of threat.So adorable.

“No.”

“But—”

“Hush now.” Moving closer, I lean thrust toward her cunt and guide the head of my cock to kiss her pussy. I notch myself at her entrance but don’t slip inside. Instead, I gather her wetness and spread it from hole to clit and then back down again. Several times. Each pass is a little harder than the last until she mewls out apleaseand a single tear runs down her cheek.

So pretty. A little sloppy.

Motherfucking perfect.

There’s a small tray beneath my pillow, and as I slide between parted pussy lips and lean over, pulling out my surprise.

A mini wand.

Finger vibrator.

A candy cane-stripped butt plug.

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