Page 36 of Death's Deal

Standing at the end of the bed, looking down, seeing her splayed out like a buffet, my instinct is to tear her apart. Having her writhing in ecstasy, calling out for me to release her, and hoping I’ll give her a reprieve.

I won’t. I want her to hate me for teasing her. I want her to feel that I didn’t give her enough, and yet it was enough that she cries out for more.

Drawing designs with my index finger along her still covered calf, her body tenses as she tries to stay still. “Don’t move, T. Stay still, stay silent. If you cry out, I’ll stop.”

Between shortened breaths, she gasps, “That’s not fair, Quinny.”

“I’m not going to be fair about this, T,” taunting her as I reach the bare skin of her thigh, I bend low and huff a breath on her skin. Even with the pillow over her head, I can hear her suck in a breath of shocked air. I smile.

Running my hand up her thigh, along the side, inching toward her hip bone, I take in the sight before me. The scar just above her hair shows the cut the doctors made to free my son from her body. The translucent scar shows its age. The dark tight curls that match the deep-chocolate hair on her head guards the entrance to the sweetest treat imaginable. I need nothing more than to dip my mouth into her soft folds. I want to hear her scream out my name as she comes. I want to remember this moment for a very long time.

Giving her hip bone a light squeeze, angling my thumb to graze the apex of her skin just above her neatly trimmed lips, I feel her body tense as I make contact. Raising her hips to meet my movements, I grin. Dancing my digits around her hot center, knowing I can make her come without even touching her is a boost, but I want her, all of her, and I want her needing it.

The thought of her being sexually tortured by my hand and no one else, for all this time, has me excited. Seeing the moistness glistening on the edge of her cunt, I relish the thought I was the last man to touch it in pleasure. That has my cock fucking rock-hard.

Resting my body across her bound knees, holding her in place, my knees settle into the soft bed as I hold her still. Taking my time, traveling up her body with my other hand, my eyes drink in her beauty. It’s insane how badly I want to have her come.

Holding her hips down, without warning I stroke my tongue up her supple lips. Parting them, tasting the sweetness, and hearing her suck in a deep breath, I groan between her legs. She is just as sweet as before. Juicy and perfect.

Licking, lapping it up, and stroking her cunt, I feel her body tense, trying to flee my attack. I hold her like prey. Captivated and captive, I lick every surface of her soft skin, making the bud of her clit rise to meet me as I taunt, tease, and torture it. I remember what it was she enjoyed, and it seems nothing has changed. Toni was mine then, and she’s mine now.

Lapping my tongue, flicking it, I hear her breathing pause. I stop my barrage and blow air along the skin.

“Please,” she begs quietly, breaking the rule I’d already laid out.

Nipping her clit, holding it gently between my teeth, I flick my tongue at the skin I hold.

“Fine!” she squeals in a high pitch. “Fine. I won’t again.”

Sucking her clit tight, I dance my fingers along her entrance. I know if all she’s used is her own fingers and toys for nearly twenty-four years, I need to make sure she’s able to handle being fucked.

Sliding in one finger and reveling in the heat, the tightness of her slick folds has my cock jumping at the thought of gliding back and forth within. Using a second finger, shifting and stretching her, I lick her clit to a heavy bud. I envy the motion of my hand and wish it were my cock coursing through her. Instead of harboring the desire to do so, I gently remove my fingers, and rock back on my knees to shift off the bed. Unzipping my jeans, I dropped them to the floor. As I stand here in awe of this moment, feeling how surreal this is, I want to enjoy every second of it. Sure, I’ve fucked many women, but only one held my heart. Her.

Pulling her jeans off the rest of the way, slipping them down, and edging her body to the end of the bed until her legs bend at the knees, her feet hit the floor. The pillow falls to the floor, revealing her cocky smile and a grin that says “I want it all.”

I smirk. “Just be patient, T.”

“Give me everything, Quinny,” she says through heavy breaths. “I want all of you.” Shifting to a seated position, with her hands behind her and her chest jutted forward, Toni is a sight.

Stepping between her legs, bending to face her, and kissing her lips deeply until her tongue dances with mine again, I cup her ass to shift her. I tell her the truth, “I promise to be gentle.”

Wrapping a hand around my cock, shifting so the tip is closer to her heavenly warm entrance, thrusting her hips forward. “I’ve waited a very long time for this, Quinny. Don’t make me wait longer.”

“Fine. But I expect screaming at least for my efforts.”

Pulling a condom from the box on my bedside, one I’d thankfully just bought the other day and had not taken to the clubhouse yet, I slip free the silken cover and place it on. I don’t see her getting pregnant, but I’d rather get tested before giving her an unsheathed cock. I’m always careful, but an STD is not what I’d like to give Toni on the first time out.

Edging myself in, not waiting for a second invitation, I move gently at first as she groans at the pressure. I push forward, sliding within the tight muscles, before pulling back and grinding my teeth under the strain of the slow motions. No one had quite fit me as Toni had. Like a bike made just for your measurements, Toni is the one body that suits my own best. She’s perfect.

Wrapping her arms around me, injecting her nails into my ass like a tiger holding its prey, she whines, “Please, Quin. Please. I need it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I need it, please.”

Fine. If she thinks she can handle it, I’ll give her everything I have. With a quick thrust, I can feel every muscle of hers warring with my movements. Shifting angles, driving my cock deeper, I give her every inch of my cock. Stroking back and forth until sweat courses my brow, I can feel every muscle of my own working to give her what she asked for, even as her tight folds pulse against me.

Feeling the pressure building, cursing it is coming so quickly, I slow slightly, hoping to stave it off. It’s been so long since something fit so right that I’m nearing the end faster than I wish to. Slowing to a near stop, hoping to make this last, Toni has another thought about it. “Don’t... you... dare.” Through quickened breaths, pulling me closer and raising her hips to meet me movement for movement, she won’t let me slow the pace at all.

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