Page 70 of Havoc

“Hadrian picked up some dresses for me to wear since all my stuff is up in Queensland. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course, it is, you need to wear clothes, although one thing my brother said was true.”

“What’s that?”

“You do have an amazing body.”

“One that should be used by men multiple times a day?” she countered.

“Nope, one that should be used for its owner’s pleasure not someone else’s.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever done that, even when I thought Hendrix was the one, you know.”

“Women tend to put men first,” I told her. “But when we become our own women, that’s when they get scared, but I think we need to prove we are someone entitled to bargain.”

“I wish I had your courage.”

“Someday, you may just get it,” I said. “The red one is nicer.”

She smiled and looked over at the red lace number laying on the chair. “I like it too.”

“Let me ask you this,” I said, moving over to her, so we were only a hair’s breadth away from each other. “Was Hendrix worth it?”

“In what way?”

“Did he ever make you come?”

“I guess.”

“No, honeybee, if he did, you’d say yes without a doubt. That’s a shame…but then again, men can be useless with these things. Did he romance you? Make you feel things, enough to lift you into the air?”

Rudie frowned before she realized what I was saying. “I don’t know.”

“Let me show you.”

I brushed the strand of hair that had fallen away from her ear back and revealed her neck. Turning her to face the mirror, I placed gentle kisses on her neck. Her skin pimpled as I moved an arm around her, my hand creeping down to her thighs. She gasped when my hand went under the dress and touched her bare skin. Her soft, bare skin.

I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to touch a woman intimately. Rudie shuddered in my arms as I licked at her skin, right near her ear, just the spot that sent most women crazy.

Her knees were shaking as she struggled to stand up, my fingertips grazed over her sensitive little bud. She groaned deeply, her eyes rolling back in her head as she leaned into me.

“Come with me,” I whispered in her ear as I led her to the bed. Laying her down, I pushed the dress up over her hips and looked down at her bare pussy, glistening up at me. Moving in between her legs, I kissed my way up her inner thighs. Rudie was making sweet little moans as I got closer and closer. Flicking my tongue out, I lapped at her sweet little lips, almost getting my head squashed in the process. Shoving my hands out, I pushed her wider and dug my tongue into her, and using a thumb, I circled around her clit. Her hips bucked as what I can only imagine was sweet torture shot through her extremities. Holding her down with one arm, I continued my sweet assault on her.

Rudie fisted the sheets as I felt her pussy convulse around my tongue. I worked her bud faster, and harder, knowing it was going to hurt at first, but when she locked her eyes with mine, I felt her shudder and her mouth open in a divine O. She threw her head backwards as her body arched up off the bed. Once she relaxed, I moved up onto the bed with her, and kissed her. She kissed me back, licking at her own taste, as our tongues tangled. I ground my leg against her pussy, feeling the wetness rub against me and her groan into my mouth.

“That was amazing,” she sighed.

I pulled up. “That was just the beginning.”

Rudie’s eyes shot open and she looked up at me with such innocence I questioned whether I should be doing these things to her, and especially with what I had planned for her after this little trip down ecstasy road.

I pulled at her hair until she sat up, and I unzipped her dress to reveal the creamy white skin of her perfect back. Not a scar in sight.

How that will change if my plans come to fruition.

I pulled the dress off her slim frame and tossed it to the side. She knelt on the mattress, her eyes looking into mine pleadingly. I slammed my mouth against hers, a painful groan from her as my tongue swept out at hers. She kissed me back, but I knew it hurt, too, which is exactly what I wanted.

She wouldn’t know true sexual enlightenment until she experienced sex in the most primal way possible. I looked over to the door where I saw Lennon leaning against the doorframe.

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