Page 68 of Court of Evil

Fuck, I need to come.

“Greedy,” she says as she pulls back and knocks my hand away. Snarling, I bite her lip, and she kisses me again. She’s distracted by dominating my mouth, so I glide my hand down her front, squeezing her breast, and then across hard muscles to her shorts. I shove my hand inside them, desperate to feel her skin. She lets me, and I move lower as her legs part to give me access when I brush across soft, smooth skin and then lower. When I feel her wet pussy, I part her lips and slide my fingers down her folds. Memorising the feel of her cunt, I circle her hole and then sweep back up, rubbing her clit the way I like to rub mine.

She groans into my mouth, and I pull back, pulling my hand free. I keep my eyes on hers and press my two glistening fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean.

“Delicious,” I purr, and her eyes narrow.

It’s the only warning I get.

I gasp when her hands hook under my knees and she drags me down the bed so my ass is pressed to her groin, and then she licks up my neck, making my back arch.

“Please, Tate,” I beg, ripping at her shirt. She leans back and tugs her tank off, throwing it away, and then she unhooks her bra so she’s naked from the waist up and so fucking sexy.

Her high, tight breasts are tipped with rosy nipples. She looks so fucking beautiful and strong, my complete opposite, but she doesn’t seem to care as she cuts my shirt away with a knife and tosses it aside, exposing my plump breasts and rounded stomach.

Her eyes dilate with lust, and it triples in the air, making me gasp and arch up as I feed on it.

She wraps her lips around one of my nipples through the lace cup, and she sucks while massaging my other breast, building my pleasure.

“Tate, please,” I implore, words tumbling from my lips as I wrap my legs around her waist and grind against her thigh. There’s material between us, but I don’t care. I need to come, and she keeps sucking and biting.

I come with an embarrassing moan.

My legs shake as I ride the waves of pleasure. Grinning, she lifts her head and cuts my bra off before she moves back, and I start to panic, thinking she’s leaving, but she presses her hand against my chest and pushes me back down. Gripping my trousers, she yanks them down and off, and then my panties before sitting at my feet as she looks me over.

“You look like a goddess,” she murmurs as she lifts my leg and licks a line down my calf, raising it as she goes until it’s over her shoulder. She kisses my inner thigh and murmurs, “So fucking soft. Look at these curves. I’m going to fuck and taste each and every one. There will not be a place I leave untouched on your body.”

My eyes widen, and suddenly her hand slides under my ass, gripping my plump cheek. She hoists me to her mouth, her tongue darting out and tasting my cream.

My head falls back before I raise it again, wanting to watch her. She licks me leisurely, tasting every inch of my folds before I toss my other leg over her shoulder, clamping my thighs around her head. She chuckles and grabs my ass as she buries her head between my thighs.

“You smell so sweet,” she murmurs as her tongue traces my clit. “You taste even better. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever had on my tongue. You were made to be worshipped, Isabella, until you’re dripping with your own release and can’t walk. I’ll do just that. Feed as I fuck you because I plan to take my time.”

My eyes widen at her words, but then they quickly roll back in my head as her teeth clamp around my clit. It throbs in time with my pounding heart, and I lift my hands, rolling my nipples as I rock into her mouth.

She releases my clit and laps along my folds, sliding two fingers inside me, and I cry out again as she licks around her fingers as she begins to fuck me.

Her tongue alternates between sliding in with her fingers and attacking my clit until I just grind against her face, chasing another release.

Lust and pleasure bombard me, only heightening my desire in a way I’ve never felt.

I’m wild and wicked with it, claiming what I want as I grind into her hand and mouth until I tumble over the edge again with a scream. She licks my cunt as I come around her fingers, and when I slump, she slowly pulls them free, laying a soft kiss on my clit before lowering my shaking thighs to the bed. Panting, I watch as she widens her thighs and slips her fingers inside her core, fucking herself with my cum.

My desire slams back into me, making me arch up. I can taste her lust, and I want more. I want to feed on it as I taste her. I want it to pour into me as she uses me the way I want.

Sitting up, I reach for her. “Please, please, I want to taste you.”

She grips my head, tugging it up until I look at her. “You want to taste me?”

I nod, and she lets go, moving around to lie against the headboard, and then she crooks her finger. “Come here then, my good girl. Come taste what you made.”

Crawling over the bed, I lie between her spread thighs, a moment of shyness assaulting me. I’ve never been with a woman. I’ve fantasised about it a lot, and it’s what I dream of when I’m with men, but actually doing it is different. She doesn’t let me hesitate, however, lifting one knee and tugging me up so my face is pressed to her cunt. “Do you want to taste me?”

I nod.

“Then you can’t do it wrong. Do what you want—explore, touch me, taste me . . . Do what feels good.”

Desire replaces my shyness, and I sweep my tongue out, dragging it along her pussy. Her taste explodes across my tongue, and I groan, gripping her hips as I drag her to my mouth.

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