Page 76 of Deep Feelings & Shallow Graves

Her fingers tangle in my hair. Her thighs clamp tighter. Her hips start to stutter, her rhythm breaking as the pleasure overtakes her, and when she comes, it’s like lightning splitting her open. Her whole body quakes above me, voice cracking around my name like a curse and a prayer in one.

I keep licking through it. Lazy little circles until her thighs go slack and she collapses forward, hat half falling off her head.

I catch it before it drops. Set it back on her crown.

“Queen,” I say into her hair. “Every fucking inch of you.”

She laughs, glowing. A little ruined.

But I’m not done yet. Not even close.

She’s still catching her breath, thighs trembling where they straddle my chest. I trail my hands up them slow, from her knees to her hips, and I grip her gently, easing her down over my stomach, her wet pussy dragging heat across my skin.

“I need to be inside you. Need to feel you all around me,” I rasp, voice rough as gravel.

Her eyes meet mine, cheeks flushed from her high, and she nods like she’s entrusting me with something sacred.

I help her shift up, and I grip my cock in one hand, guiding the head through her slick folds until she shudders above me.

“That’s it,” I whisper, rubbing her clit with the tip, smearing her arousal all over. “Show me how badly you want it.”

She sinks down in one slow, devastating slide, and fuck. Fuck. I grip her hips, tight enough to bruise. She takes me like she was made for me, her walls wrapping, pulsing around me.

My head falls back against the pillow. “Jesus,” I hiss. “You feel so fucking good. So warm. So tight around me, like your pussy missed me.”

She rocks her hips once and I grunt, hips jerking up into her instinctively. She smirks down at me, hands braced on my chest, and that smile? That’s trouble.

“Keep going,” I groan, thrusting up into her. “Ride me. I want you to take what you need.”

She starts moving, slow at first, letting me pound up into her with every rise, every fall, the clap of skin meeting skin echoing through the room.

“You like that?” I pant, one hand sliding up to palm her breast, the other gripping her ass to guide her rhythm. “Like feeling me deep?”

She whimpers and nods, nails dragging down my chest.

“You’re so perfect,” I say, hips slamming up harder. “Look at you, dripping down my cock like it’s where you belong. You own me, sweetheart. This dick? Fuckin’ yours.”

Her head falls back, that hat still cocked wild on her hair, and her body trying to pull me deeper.

“That’s it,” I whisper, breath hot. “Come on my cock. Let go. Soak me.”

She rides me harder, matching my thrusts, her moans turning high, desperate, and then she shatters with a cry as her pussy spasms around me, soaking me in waves of slick heat.

I sit up in one surge of motion, arms wrapping around her, and flip her under me like the beast inside me’s done pretending to be tame.

She gasps, still quaking from her orgasm, but I don’t stop. I can’t. I haul her hips up, face to the mattress, ass high, legs spread, offering.

“Fuck,” I pant, lining up behind her, cock still glistening with her. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

I slam back inside her in one inhuman thrust.

God, she’s still so fucking wet. So tight.

I grip her hips hard, skin slapping skin as I fuck into her raw, no rhythm, just need. Just the blinding, overwhelming want to be deeper, deeper, like I could crawl inside her and live there.

Her hands clutch the sheets. Her body jolts with every thrust.

“You gonna come again for me?” I snarl, hand sliding up her back, fingers wrapping around the back of her neck as I fuck her down into the mattress. “Gonna let me ruin you properly this time?”

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