Page 21 of Age of Shade

She’s a virgin, and I’m a fucking liar.

She dates rich men for money, and I’m poor.

She’s beautiful, kind, and hardworking; the kind of woman any man could fall in love with, and I’ve proven myself to be incapable of true commitment.

That last reason is admittedly looking a little flimsy in light of this new evidence. In six years with my ex, I never felt anything like the hunger and attraction Adina has sparked in me after only a few hours. I want this to be more than one night. I want to keep her. Marriage? No problem, where’s the nearest church? Marriage is tame in comparison to what I would do to bind myself to this woman in every way.

This desire could swallow me whole if I let it. She’s spread out beneath me, begging for it, her beautiful pussy so wet and willing. It would be the work of seconds to guide my length to her entrance and press forward. I’m so conflicted that I don’t realize what she’s planning until it’s too late.

A small hand wraps around the base of my cock, and it’s all I can do to hold myself up.Fuck.

Adina’s breath ghosts over my lips, gazing up at me through hooded eyes. Her hand tightens, giving an experimental stroke that tears a guttural groan from deep in my chest. She pauses, a flash of worry crossing her beautiful features. “Is this okay?”

Okay?

I let out a short, choked laugh. My head drops weakly onto her shoulder and, working independently of my brain, my hips roll into her tentative grasp. “Harder,” I hear myself order, and Adina obliges immediately. She works me slowly, her other hand weaving through my hair. It would be so easy to get lost in her, to allow myself to succumb to the mind-melting pleasure that is this woman’s touch. She’s becoming more confident, her strokes coming in time to her own breathy moans, like this is giving her every bit as much satisfaction as it is me.

My balls are already tightening, threatening to spill all over her, but I sit back on my heels at the last moment. Headspinning and cock throbbing painfully, I meet her worried gaze. Not giving her time to second-guess herself, I step back off the ottoman and drop to my knees.

She looks like a goddamn treat, thighs loose and open, offering me every inch of her precious body.

She makes me want to be selfish,to take.

“Oh, angel. Look at you.” I wrap my hands around her thighs and drag her to the edge, bringing myself face-to-face with her pussy for the first time.

“Asher!” Adina squeaks above me, and a pair of slim hands shoot down to cover herself. “You don’t have to do that.”

I blink up at her, my chest heaving as I struggle to think through the haze of lust clouding my mind. Has she ever been this vulnerable with a man before? I doubt it, but even so… If I ever hear her suggest that eating this pussy is some kind of chore again, I’ll put her over my knee.

Wordlessly, I take her wrists in my hands and pull them apart, pinning her arms to her sides. She doesn’t fight me. Giving her one last burning look, I lower my head and draw my tongue through her pink slit.

One taste is all it takes for me to forget the vicious ache of my cock.

Fuck. She tastes incredible, better than I imagined, and I get to work, doing my best of lick and suck her clean. It’s a fool’s errand. Within seconds, more wetness is flowing over my tongue and shy little cries above my head are getting louder. She’s not holding back anymore, and it’s not an exaggeration to say I could do this all fucking night.

I’m consumed by the effect I’m having on her. Every little shake, every whine, every gasp, is filed away for future reference.

She’s barely a woman and has only just started to understand her body and explore what it needs. It’s not good enough to make her come. Any fucker with half a brain can bring a womanto orgasm if he cares enough to. If this is all I have of her, if this one night is all I get, then I need to make sure she never forgets me.

I want her to think about me when she lays alone at night, fingers in her needy pussy.

I want her to think about me when there’s another man balls-deep inside her, taking what should have been mine.

I want to imprint myself on her, to weave myself into the fabric of her body and her soul.

Keeping her isn’t an option, but—as tonight has incontrovertibly proven—I’m selfish.

Already her cunt is swollen and sensitive, but I’m not going easy. Adina’s body is shaking now, her legs falling open wider, and the sweet essence of her arousal is flowing freely over my tongue. I’m doing this to her.Me.

My left hand comes up to grip the back of her knee, pushing forward so I have room to plunge my tongue into that needy little hole. From this angle, I have the perfect view of her perky tits, and my cock leaps when I watch her hands move to twist and pull at her own nipples. She apparently likes a little pain with her pleasure.Noted.

Unable to help myself, my free hand finds my engorged dick, squeezing myself to the point of pain. It doesn’t help—nothing fucking helps—because I am fucking a gorgeous twenty-one-year-old with my tongue, and she’s practically writhing from the pleasure I’m giving her. This is the most erotic moment of my life, nothing will ever compare to this, and even the slightest friction would likely make me blow.

Fuck it.

My hand begins to move up and down my shaft in vicious strokes. Desperate for her to come, I move my tongue over her clit in flat, hard strokes. Seconds later, her body goes rigid. This orgasm is different than earlier. She comes and comes, andwhile there are no moans of “daddy” or loud cries, I can tell this is more intense. She needed this, needed me on my knees with my tongue in her beautiful, little pussy.

I come seconds later, still trying to soothe her swollen clit with my tongue, even as my body shakes with the force of how hard I’m coming and my release covers my own hand.Fuck. I fall forward, pressing my face into her lower stomach, panting and breathing her in.

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