Page 53 of Text Me, Take Me

“Say it.”

“I want it.”

“What do you want?” I press, rubbing her clit with slow, tight circles.

“I want your cock,” she breathes. “I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me.”

So much for being good. I bet she’s been driving herself crazy since dinner, too.

We’re both as bad as each other. Perfectforeach other.

I push her onto the bed. She falls against the sheets with a moan. She tries to crawl up toward the pillows, but I grab her ankle and drag her to the edge. My hand presses against the anklet, a reminder of who she is, who I am, what I am, and what I’ve done. But that doesn’t stop us.

Her thighs spread instinctively, revealing the pink, dripping folds of her pussy. I kneel between her legs, running my tongue along her inner thigh, savoring the taste of her skin.

Then I bury my mouth in her fire.

She cries out, hips bucking as I lick her slit, tongue pressing deep, then flicking over her clit in quick, hungry lashes. Her thighs clamp around my head, her hands tightening into fists on the sheets. I grab her hips, hold her still. I fuckingfeast.

“Fuck–Dom–oh God–yes…”

Her voice cracks, her legs trembling as I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing the sensitive nub until she’s thrashing. I don’t stop. I want her shaking. I want her wrecked.

When I feel her approaching the edge, I pull back.

“No,” she whimpers, eyes wild, body glistening with sweat. “Why’d you stop?”

I stand, towering over her, and strip. My shirt hits the floor. My pants follow. My cock springs free, veins pulsing, the head already slick with precome. Her eyes go wide.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

“I thought I was too savage for you.”

“Maybe I want savage. Maybe it’s easier to admit when the lights are out.”

I grab her ankles and pull her down, the anklet once again reminding me of what this truly is. But lining up with her entrance makes me forget. I drag the thick head of my cock through her folds, letting her feel just how big I am, how much she’s about to take.

She moans, her body twitching with anticipation.

“Ready?” I ask, voice rough.

She nods desperately.

I press forward slowly, the head of my cock breaching her, stretching her open. She gasps, claws at the sheets, her hips writhing.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growl. “So damn tight and wet.”

I pull the swollen head of my cock out and press it against her folds, dragging it through the slickness that’s already pooling between her thighs. She’s soaked, and every time I tease her entrance, her hips twitch forward like her body’s begging without words.

“Look at that,” I murmur, sliding the tip just barely inside. “Your hole’s dripping for me, Keepsake.”

She gasps, her legs trying to widen further, to take me in, but I don’t give it to her yet. I push in slowly, inch by inch, forcing her body to stretch around my girth. The tightness is unreal, a velvet vice squeezing me, resisting and welcoming all at once.

“F-fuck,” she moans, her back arching, the cords of her neck taut. “You’re… so big…”

I grit my teeth and keep going, feeding her more of me, reveling in the heat that wraps around my cock like wet silk. Her walls flutter, trying to adjust, muscles flexing as if testing me.

Her nails scratch at the sheets, her thighs trembling. “Dom… oh my god, I feel full.”

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