Page 91 of Devil's Tulip

Keeping our gazes connected, I trail my right hand from her hip down to her inner thigh, then up to where she’s warm and wet. My fingertips graze her damp folds, circling her clit.

Her lips part on a gasp, her eyes fluttering shut, pure sin written across her face. I smirk against her belly and trap her swollen clit between my thumb and index finger, playing with the sensitive organ until it’s firm and throbbing in my grasp and she’s shifting restlessly on the bed.

Moving lower, I sling one leg over my shoulder, then the other, until her pretty pink cunt is right in my face. The sweet scent floods my nostrils, making my tongue tingle with anticipation.

I turn my face into her inner thigh, dragging my nose across the soft flesh and kissing the skin, teasing her—drawing out both mine and Gianna’s pleasure—before slowly inching forward until my lips are hovering over her pussy.

I blow out a warm breath over it, and she moans, her thighs clamping on my shoulders. Good girl. Now that her legs are balanced on me, I let go and reach up one hand to her tits, palming the warm weight of one, while the other finds her clit, teasing and working her up until she’s almost feverish with desire.

Only then do I thrust two fingers inside her, loving the way her tight little sheath grips me and the thready, light moan that escapes her throat. I curl my fingers up inside her, finding the bundle of nerves that’s her g-spot and slightly tickle it.

Her reaction is instant.

Her legs snap shut around my head so quickly and tightly that my ears ring, muffling my hearing.

Fuck, she’s squeezing me like a vice, but I love it.

I fondle her tit, making sure the ball of my palm grazes her stiff nipple as I suck her clit into my mouth.

Then, applying pressure to all three of her pleasure points—nipples, clit, and g-spot—I tug on them all at the same time.

She shatters.

Her body writhes beneath me, shuddering erratically, as she cums and cumsand cums.

I lap it all up, enjoying the sweet nectar spilling from her pretty cunt and drinking it like a man dying of thirst. As her orgasm fades, I don’t stop.

I build her right back up again.

This time, I use my tongue and teeth on her clit, flicking and sucking, and her previously lax thighs tighten once more, clamping around my ears.

“Michael…” she moans, breathlessly. “What are you doing to me?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but I answer nonetheless, pulling back just enough to speak. “Making you completely and utterly mine.”

She groans in response, her fingers sinking into my hair—gently at first, but as her pleasure rises again, she yanks, sending delicious sparks of pain across my scalp.

I push her higher and higher, bringing her right to the cusp of another climax?—

Then I pull away, unclenching her fists from my hair and her thighs from my neck.

“Michael,” she whines, her voice cracking with need. “Are you going to be an asshole right now?”

“Of course not, love,” I promise, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her ankle. Once I’m fully off the bed, I undo my belt and tug my trousers down.

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MICHAEL

Gianna sits up, reaching for the buttons of my shirt, her eyes dark with desire. But I’m teetering at the edge of my control and can’t risk losing it, so I slap her hand away and push her back on the bed. She falls without much resistance.

Twisting and turning her the way I want is as easy as manipulating a rag doll. Her limbs move fluidly under my direction. I position her on her knees, facing the headboard, and kneel behind her, raising her hands up until she’s holding onto the little hooks carved artistically into the wood. The sight of her—posed, waiting, vulnerable—sends a surge of possessive heat through my veins.

“Under no circumstances are you allowed to let go. Understand?” I ask, and she nods eagerly, her breathing already quickening.

Good girl.

I move away from behind her just long enough to take out the blindfold from the nightstand. The moment she realizes what I’m doing, she inhales sharply, her body sinking back into mine.

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