Page 26 of Mind Maze

I punctuate that last word with a thrust of my hips. My cock is hard and straining in my slacks. The evidence of what she does to me is obvious between us. Her clothes flop to the floor, leaving her naked and unable to hide from me. With one hand splayed over her chest above her breasts, I use my free one to rove over her skin. Her nipples are pebbled and protruding, aching to be touched. I oblige them with a swipe of my thumb, first the right one and then the left one, before giving them each a pinch.

“Caius,” she breathes, my name shaky on her lips. “What are you doing?”

“Touching my girlfriend.” I slide my hand to her stomach and then tease lower. “You have the power to tell me no.”

“No.”

The chuckle that escapes me is dark and sinister. “You’re such a good liar, love.”

She whimpers, squirming with need. I keep my palm just above her pubic bone. She told me no, but she desperately wants it.

“I could touch you like before,” I murmur against her ear. “Unless you’d prefer my mouth.”

“W-what?”

I run my fingers back up her stomach and tease her ribs. “Have you ever had your clit sucked before?”

Her knees buckle, but my grip keeps her from falling. “No.”

“Remember how good it felt having my fingers inside you?”

It’s dangerous reminding her of her time on the yacht. Her thoughts could turn to the rape or they could stay on me where they belong.

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl. I made you come and you liked it, didn’t you?”

“I…”

“Admit it. We have a chemistry you don’t have with Theo.”

She wriggles in my arms, refusing to agree.

“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll make you feel so fucking good, little girl.”

Rather than speaking what she wants, she grabs hold of my wrist, pushing me lower. I suck on the side of her neck, gently at first, then with fervor, hoping to mark her good and well. My fingers reach their destination, slipping between her pussy lips and finding her slick entrance. The sudden desire to taste her sweetness is overwhelming.

She shrieks when I pick her up and walk her over to the bed. I toss her face down, bent over the edge, with her ass up. A smack to her ass echoes in the room and I smile at how quickly her cheek smarts crimson, shaped like my hand.

“Should I turn over?” she mutters, panting heavily. “Caius…”

I kneel on the floor and roughly spread her ass cheeks apart. Her tiny puckered hole teases me and I wonder if one day I’ll fuck her there. The answer is decidedly yes. Today, though, I want my mouth on her.

The keening sound she makes when my lips press against her pussy is so hot, my dick nearly busts out of my pants. I absently rub it over the material with one hand to soothe the ache there. At first, I lick her pussy from clit to asshole in one long, hot, firm stripe.

Delicious.

Just as I’d imagined.

Her sounds are even better than the sweet, unique flavor of her. The way she claws at the bedding is fucking cute. She makes a great show of trying to escape, but her quivering legs don’t go anywhere. In fact, she’s pushed her ass toward me, needing my mouth every bit as much as I need it on her. I suck on the soft, slick parts of her, tasting and licking every inch. Her moans are filled with yearning. I’ll give her the orgasm she wants, but I’ll play with her first.

When I push my tongue inside her, she screams. I don’t know if it’s in shock or pleasure. Either way, she likes it because she greedily fucks her body against my tongue like it’s my dick inside her. The tightness of her body squeezes my tongue. I know it’ll feel amazing being inside her.

Soon.

This facade of what we are is confusing even to me. I know she’s not going to rat us out to anyone. Her own family is trash in my opinion. And yet, I can’t let her go. She’s grown on me.

I slide in my finger alongside my tongue, which makes her jolt as if electrocuted. With my other hand, I twist and pull on her clit, loving the sounds of pleasure coming from her. Pulling my tongue out of her body, I then start fucking her with two fingers, long, smooth strokes, making sure to touch her G-spot with each thrust. She’s completely at my mercy, moaning and crying out with need.

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