Page 85 of Property of Chaos

“I need you to move.” I scoot to the end of the bed and stand, grabbing him by the ankle to indicate I’d like him to lie down.

He wriggles left and right, hampered by his hands behind his back, but manages to spread himself out on my bed.

I reward the fine specimen by climbing atop his shoulders and sitting my dripping cunt over his face.

Chaos doesn’t disappoint.

Holding on to the headboard is all I can do to anchor myself as he spears me with his tongue, laves at my opening, and rubs his nose against my clit. His muffled breaths fucking undo me, my pussy smothering him as he licks me to the edge of climax.

You play a dangerous game.Yeah, I do. But when the man places my pleasure above everything else like this, I couldn’t care less.

We can’t be picky with our vices.

We all have skeletons in the closet, and we’ve both bore witness and judged each other worthy regardless.

I grind against his face as the familiar tingles spread, one hand buried in his wild hair to grip him to me.

Not yet.

Chaos draws a gasping breath when I lift myself off him, his lust-drugged gaze fixed on mine as he licks around his mouth. The look alone has me creeping my fingers toward my swollen pussy, spreading myself wide and teasing the slit with my middle finger. He follows the movement, focus shifting to my ministrations, a soft growl echoing with his exhale.

I push a finger inside.

He looses a heavy breath, eyes closing briefly before he sets his gaze on mine. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I taunt.

His tongue slides across his bottom lip again, and he swallows. “Make me come.”

My thighs clench at the request, and I pull my hand free before I ruin things for myself. Twisting, I glance over my shoulder and find his cock thick with need, bobbing against his lower stomach. A string of precum bands between.

“Have you been a good boy for me?” I wipe the offering with two fingers and bring it to my mouth as I return my gaze to his.

His eyebrows peak. “Always.”

I make a show of enjoying the taste of his precum, eyes closed and a groan escaping from my wide mouth as I drag my wet fingers over my tongue. “Make me come first.” I drop my weight back to his face and shudder at the vibrations of his smothered groan.

Chaos eats my cunt like a fucking birthday cake, smashing his face against me as he brings me to orgasm. I rub my clit as his tongue pushes deep, curling to coax the evidence of my climax from me. Legs shaking, I rub over his bottom lip and chin, needing more friction as the peak rushes through me.

My frantic breaths match his as I tremble, lifting myself off him and moving to the side of the bed to recover.

Head turned, he watches me with a sated smile. “We should have done that so much sooner.”

I couldn’t agree more.

THIRTY

CHAOS

She kicked me out,the smell of her arousal still spread across my face, with a simple instruction. “You’ve watched me. Now I want to watch you. Go home and send me proof of how badly you need to come.”

If I was questioning whether I loved the woman before, she made it fucking obvious now.

When I started the bike and felt the engine's vibrations through my seat, I knew I couldn’t last until I got home.

So here I am, in an abandoned farmhouse, in what will be my room, stroking one out in front of my propped-up phone while I stare at the distant light of her bedroom.

I close my eyes and let my head roll back as my fist works up and down my painfully hard dick. Tongue to my lips, I hope for another taste, but she already fades. So instead, I replay through my mind the sounds of her breathy moans as I fucking ate her cunt, the heady feeling of mild asphyxiation as I struggled to breathe yet refused to yield until she’d come.

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