Page 25 of Cruel Hero

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she grips my shoulders tightly. Her muscles clench around my fingers, signaling that she’s on the brink.

Tiffany trembles, her moans growing louder and more desperate as she approaches the edge.

Without warning, I slide a third finger inside her, stretching her even further. My thumb still works her clit, increasing the pressure as she convulses around my hand.

“Take it, baby. Take everything I have to give.”

And she does.

Her body shudders, and she cries out my name as an orgasm washes over her. Her muscles clench and release around my fingers, the rush of ecstasy coursing through her.

I watch her ride the wave of pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut and her breath ragged. I stimulate her until the peak of her climax subsides, drawing out her pleasure until she goes limp and gasps for air.

Slowly removing my fingers from within her, I admire the glistening wetness on them. With a devilish grin, I bring them to my lips and savor her taste.

“Mmm, delicious.” I lick my fingers clean. “Now, I believe I promised to eat you out, didn’t I?”

Tiffany, still panting heavily, utters a faint, “Yes.”

I lift her into my arms and carry her over to my bed, which is conveniently located five steps away from where I had her pressed against the window.

As I lay her down on the soft silk sheets, I admire her flawless, flushed form. She looks up at me expectantly; her legs still trembling from her orgasm and her hair sprawled out on the pillow like a halo.

“Clothes off,” she says. “Now.”

I’m only too happy to oblige, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. My pants and boxers follow suit, and my painfully hard cock springs free.

Tiffany licks her lips, her eyes roaming over my body.

“God, I forgot how big you are,” she says, reaching out to trace the incredibly hard ridge of my erection.

I buck my hips against her hand, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

“Lie back, angel.” I push her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide open. “Don’t make me break my promise.”

I take a moment to gaze at her wet heat, glistening and inviting.

“You’re so fucking wet.” My eyes lock onto hers as I lean in, pressing my lips to her inner thigh. I kiss my way up her leg, teasing her with light touches until I reach her swollen lips. I breathe in her scent, savoring the musky aroma of her arousal.

Gently, I nuzzle my nose into her pussy, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent. She tastes as sweet as I remember, like honey and sin, and I can’t resist the urge to bury my face between her legs.

As my tongue flicks against her clit, she moans and writhes under me, her hands gripping the sheets as I plunge my tongue into her, lapping at her wetness with abandon.

“Yes,” she cries out, her hands reaching down to grip my hair as I devour her. “That feels so good.”

My tongue teases her opening, and I flick her clit. I can tell that she doesn’t need much coaxing to come.

I suck her clit into my mouth, pulling on it while thrusting my tongue inside her. Her body arches in response, accompanied by soft whimpers of pleasure. She meets my mouth with her hips, unable to escape the intense sensations as I ravish her, my fingers gripping onto her thighs to keep her in place.

“Fuck, Adrien. I’m about to come again.”

With a groan, I slide two fingers inside her tight pussy, pumping them in and out in time with my tongue on her throbbing clit. Her moans grow louder, her body writhing beneath me as I continue my assault on her sensitive nerve endings.

“Please—” Tiffany can barely form words between her gasps. “I need to come. I want to come.”

“Your wish is my command.” I add a third finger, stretching her even more and completing the sensory overload. Tiffany gasps as her muscles tighten around my fingers.

I suck on her clit, pulling it between my lips and moaning as her second orgasm rushes over her.

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