Page 123 of Silenced

When she comes, I smirk, watching the release rob her of tension. It’s short, quick. More of a sneeze than an orgasm.

Still, she studies me like I gave her the world, and I’ll never tire of seeing that expression.

Plan momentarily awry, I hitch her onto the table and she twists around to move the drinks out of the way so she can fall back on her elbows. Her legs spread wider without my suggestion, and she rests her heels on the table so she can lever them farther apart.

All of this is done with eagerness.

For me.

For what she knows I, and I alone, can give her.

A growl escapes me, one that doubles when I look at the meal in front of me, and I unfasten the now-slick silk of my fly then free my shaft.

As she licks her lips, I can feel pre-cum leak at the tip in preparation for what’s to come and I use it to jack off.

No one gets me hotter than my Cassiopeia.

Leaning down, my tongue flutters over her clit, teasing her then dropping to thrust into her slit. I savor her for a moment, enjoying her moans as I slip and slide through her folds.

When she coats my tongue, I surge upright and settle over her. My mouth falls onto hers and I thrust in deep, wanting her to taste herself, wanting her to know how goddamn delicious she is, wanting her to understand why I’m a willing addict.

My cock finds her slit and as I fuck her mouth, I slot myself into her entrance.

She’s so fucking tight that her cunt practically chokes me. I can feel the muscles tightening and releasing in internal panic as she concedes to the slow, possessive thrust that claims her as my own.

Every inch is a battle, every inch is hard won, but fuck, if I don’t love feeling her stranglehold around me.

Those soft gasps she releases, the heavy breaths that whisper in my ear—they’re better than music.

As she clings to me, I tug her deeper into my hold, surrounding her with me, blanketing her with all that I am.

She releases a soft sob at the pressure, and then as I finally slide home, filling her full, I drag her backward, making her yelp as I draw her onto my lap.

With her dazed eyes locked onto me, I shuffle the maki toward us, and with her stuffed full of my dick as promised, I feed her one loaded with avocado.

Like I’d wanted to do all those days ago, I gather tidbits I know she’ll enjoy and feed her, feedmy woman,while her cunt clings to me, clutching and teasing and keeping me hard as she adjusts on my knee and eats every bite I give her.

One of her arms rests on my shoulder for support, then she rocks forward and presses her forehead against mine as if even that’s too much for her.

“Why do you feel so good?” she mewls.

I press a quick kiss to her lips as a reward then I retreat and start to pop a maki into my mouth. Before I can, she nips it away and takes it for herself.

The move is confident, at odds with her timidity…

She’s a study in contrasts—deliciously multifaceted.

Never boring.

Perhaps she can see my delight in her rebelliousness because when I circle her lips with my finger, she sucks the tip and then slides her mouth down the length.

Slowly, she starts to roll her hips and I prove myself to be a weak, weak man because I don’t stop her.

The dual assault of my cock being cosseted by her cunt and how she sucks on my finger drains my IQ by at least forty points.

When she rides me, slowly, torturously,exquisitely,I’m not surprised when she stops just before I come. Nor am I surprised why.

Negotiation.

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