Page 114 of Violet

But Violet, the eternal good girl who can dance more seductively than an angel who’s fallen, is obedient and Ifucking love that. She’s quivering as she turns. I stroke a hand over her ass. So tight and sweet, I can’t resist biting her, and she moans.

I go lower, and flip underneath her, so she’s essentially sitting on my face, and the view’s stunning. Christ, this cunt is a work of art.

I try to calm the urge to rut her. It’s why I’m beneath her, why I pulled out. Ican’trut her. If I do, I’ll fucking knot.

But I know how to please my little pristine princess with the slight praise kink.

I breathe.

Slowly, I draw her down so I can run my tongue over her sweet, hot flesh. She’s a mix of slick and juices, and she’s beyond delicious. I suck on her inner lips, her outer ones. Then I thrust my tongue into her, and she moans low and starts to move.

Violet sighs as I move up to the prize of her clit, and I start to lick and toy with it, loving how she pushes into me, how she’s teetering on pure instinct. I push my fingers into her; the flutters of her pussy are a delight, and I slowly ease my thumb back into her ass.

It’s tight, too. That stretch that makes my cock twitch. Almost as good as the stretch of her pussy. But her ass is an option. All those nerve endings…and I can knot and release there if I can’t control myself.

But with her so new at this, that will take time.

Then there’s her mouth…

I start to thrust into her, licking, sucking, trying to get my fill, and she cries out as she comes hard, grinding downon me, trying to pull away the moment it gets to be too much.

And I softly bite her clit. That makes her scream, makes her dig into my scalp as she rubs on my face. I pull back, letting her think the ebb’s the end.

It isn’t.

I need more of her. So much more.

I’m going to have to come, I know that.

My balls ache, my cock is aching, too, and the pressure to release is building toward explosion.

But I hold it, because there’s something in that denial, something that I know will increase my pleasure when I give in, but I need her to come more.

I need to try and milk her dry of pleasure until she’s boneless, mine, nothing more than a vessel for me to bend and mold to my will.

I can’t fucking wait to fuck her mouth.

I keep thrusting my fingers into her, and I start to push her through the orgasm, shifting the pressure to her ass, more thrust, deeper, until she starts to grind again, her clit throbbing on my tongue.

I lick, suck, and as I do, I keep thrusting into both holes, keep building her until she screams once more, and everything in her spasms. Clit, ass, cunt.

Easing out, I roll her to her back and kiss her deeply, taking my time to touch and stroke her, to calm and build her back. And then I look at her. “We’re not done.”

“I want…I want…I want your knot.”

Those are dangerous words, and I hold them at bay.

This time, she’s how I want her, stripped back of everything but her innate honesty, her eagerness to please,and I coil my hand in her hair and pull her head up to me. “I’m going to teach you how to give head. And then I’m going to fuck your mouth and come.”

“Yes.”

“Look at you…” I sit up and pull her around my cock, heavy, hard. She’s clumsy, boneless as she slides on the bed. I help her off it, pushing her down to kneel on the floor between my legs, and Violet looks up at me, utter perfection. “Such a good girl.”

A shiver runs through her. I can almost see it dance over her skin.

I’m so on the verge that her sucking me is going to take a Herculean effort not to fucking come immediately.

So I toy with her, tweaking her nipples, watching those shivers of need dance.

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