Page 22 of No Mercy In Red

“Strip.” I demanded.

She stood from the couch, slowly peeling her dress from her shoulders, pushing it slowly down her body. I watched as it fell to the floor, pooling around her feet before she stepped out of it, leaving her dress and shoes behind. She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra, antagonising me with the speed at which she was going. She knew what she was doing, holding on to her last thread of control. She pulled the bra away, revealing the most perfect tits I had ever seen. On the bigger side, the perfect size for me to get a handful, they sat heavy with peaked dusty rose nipples.

This woman was going to be my undoing. My downfall. My ruin.

“Fucking perfection.” I purred “Lay back down, good girl.”

She held eye contact the entire time as she laid herself back down on the couch, her hips positioned exactly where I had last put them. I dropped back to my knees before her, lifting one leg, placing soft kisses from her ankle, all the way to the apex of her thigh, before spreading her other leg wide.

“I’m going to eat your sweet little cunt in a way you’ve never imagined possible, Maxine. I’m going to make you cum so hard that you meet God. Do me a favour sweetheart, when you see him, let him know you worship the devil now.”

I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, I lowered my head, licking her slow and deep, savouring the taste of her on my tongue. I just knew her pussy was going to me my new favourite meal. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me groan.

“That’s it, Max,” I murmured against her. “Take what you need, princess.”

She thrusted her hips in desperation, riding my face as she cried out, her body arching as I pushed my tongue deeper, stroking and teasing until her thighs were trembling. I held her in place as she bucked against me, sliding two fingers inside of her, drawing out her orgasm as her cries turned into whimpers.

I lifted my head, my tongue licking my lower lip, “You taste fucking divine.”

She raised her head to look at me, her cheeks flushed. She began to push herself up when I stopped her.

“Oh no, little fox. We’re not done yet.”

I raised, placing one knee aside her on the sofa, pushing her down by her throat. She whimpered as I slid my fingers back inside, curling them toward that sensitive spot. Her eyes rolled back. I stroked her, slow and deep, my thumb making lazy circles against her clit as I looked down at her. She was on the edge of breaking again, her orgasm cresting, her breathing growing heavier. I pulled away, a grin spreading across my face as she let out a frustrated cry.

“Connor –” She whimpered.

I stood, pulling my hoodie over my head, then my shirt.

“I said I was going to punish you.” I replied, my voice heavy with want.

Her eyes widened as I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my throbbing cock free. I gripped her jaw, tilting her face toward mine.

“Do you want me inside you, Maxine?” I asked.

“Yes.” She breathed heavily.

“Then beg for it,”

Her breath hitched. “Please.”

I knew I was pushing her out of control, something she wasn’t used to, and I was enjoying every single second of it.

“You say the word, if any of this is too much for you, and I stop, okay?”

She nodded, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as my hand wrapped around her throat.

“Beg again.” I demanded.

“Please, Connor,” she whispered. “I need you.”

My mouth crashed against hers as I positioned myself between her thighs and slid into her in one hard thrust. She cried out, her head falling back against the couch.

“Fuck, Max,” I growled. “You’re so fucking wet, is this what I do to you sweetheart, do I make your cunt drip?”

“Mhmmm,” was her only response.

Her legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into her – hard, deep, making her gasp with each stroke.

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