Page 53 of The Dire Legacy

White caps crest against the edge of the tub when I find her clit for the first time. “Oh, God!” Her throaty cry buries itself into my beard as she writhes against me.

Every gyration is rubbing life into my hardening length. Our slick bodies move over each other in a hastening dance. The tiny pants she makes with every circular flick of her swollen clit get shorter, louder as her nails dig into my arm.

Pulling her thigh to her chest lets me plunge my soaked finger into her tight cunt and she screams. Arching her beautiful breasts to the ceiling, her contracting pussy clamps onto me in a grip so firm I can barely move.

“That’s it. Come for me.” My teeth scrape against the hollow of her shoulder. “Show me how much you like me touching you.”

Her spasms slow and she pants as I continue flicking her with my thumb. “Don’t ever—” She gasps as I push a second finger into her.

“Don’t ever, what? Tell me.” Increasing my thrusts, splashes of water spray between us as her hips rock against my hand.

“Don’t…ever… stop…touching.” Her glistening body levitates, held only by her heels and her poised neck against my collar as she screams through another climax.

I swear I almost come again with the rush of cool air that meets the tip of my exposed cock.

The need to be inside of her is too much. Freeing my hand from the heat of her body, I lift myself from behind her and pull her to follow. “It’s time to break in our bed, baby.”

She giggles as I push her backwards onto the mattress. “You didn’t want me in it last night. I even offered.” Her flushed lower lip curls between her teeth.

“I didn’t know you could handle me.” Prowling over her, I cage her with my body and tug her arms over her head. “Now, I know you’re my perfect match.” My firm erection tucks between her cloistered thighs. How do I mark her so the world knows she’s mine?

Nipping my way down the thin skin of her underarm, every pucker fades before I can make another.

Her full breasts roll against my chest as I move my way down her. Every brush of her hands sends a blaze through me.

I’ve dreamt of what her nipples would feel like between my lips. From the first moment she turned at the lake, I’ve been transfixed with the thought of having one of her pink buds pinched between my canines.

Giving in to the point of temptation that tickles its firm tip along my nose, her soft sigh is the song of encouragement I long for. Swirling the puckered flesh before sucking her in pulls a moan from her that tells me she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

As I move down, she sneaks her feet from beneath me to wrap them around my ribs. “Please,” she begs, tugging me with her heels.

Her wet heat radiates against my belly. A molten siren calling to me. My fingers answer the call, drawn to the pulse of her pussy.

Who am I to deny this pleading cunt, dripping with her ready juices that smother my hand when I slide it along the length of her.

My mouth follows the path of my hand, the bite marks fading before the skin has flattened back into place.

When she rubs my ear against her palm, a potent spark fires through me, ripping a groan from my chest.

An entire lifetime I’ve spent to get to this moment. Years of being avoided, removed, ostracized. All to culminate in this, her total acceptance and surrender to me.

Nestled between her luxurious thighs, I get my first taste ofher.

It was all worth it. The agony of my isolation, the loneliness of not even a hand to hold. I pour out every moment of want into the rich velvet of her divine pussy.

Her mewling sounds that buffet me erase the memories of solitude. They shatter the shell I’ve built with each resonance. She wants me for who I am and only asks for me to see her as she is.

Mine.

As she falls back to the bed from another screaming orgasm, I relent to the urgency of my throbbing cock. Her shaking knees hug my waist as I move up her sweaty body.

“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I bury my mouth into the hollow of her ear, teasing the lobe with my tongue as I just teased her clit a moment ago.

“Me screaming?” Her breathless laugh caresses across my back.

The head of my stiff length presses at her dripping entrance. “The pleasure you get when I touch you. It’s amazing. I’m afraid you may have created a monster.”

Her fingers knot in my hair and she pulls me in for a fierce kiss. “Then scare me from the inside, out.” She sucks my bottom lip between her teeth as her hips buck, sinking my tip into her.

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