Page 117 of Innocent Intentions

If she saw my face right now, if she saw how gone I am for her, she’d know she owns me.

I add a third finger when she’s ready.

She needs to be stretched and prepared. Because I won’t hurt her. But I will ruin her.

She’s bucking uncontrollably now. I’m grinding my teeth, trying to hold myself together. Then I feel her tighten. Her body climbs toward release. I pull out.

She gasps, twisting in frustration.

“No! Please, Matty. Let me come. I’ve been a good girl.” She pleads in a wrecked voice.

She thinks I’m denying her.

She doesn’t understand, the only punishment here is my own.

“Sweet girl, when you come, it’ll be on my cock. Don’t you want that?” Hunger bleeds into my tone, taking it over.

“Yes, Matty. Please. Please fuck me.”

Fuck, her begging. I always knew she’d beg for me.

I can’t help the smirk. In the end, she did. Not that it changes anything. Nothing could stop me from taking her.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” I let the gloat seep in my voice. “Get on the bed.”

Before I’ve finished speaking, she scrambles off my lap. Watching her crawl onto the mattress, hips swaying, has me gripping my cock through my pants just to keep from coming. My girl entices me like no other.

I yank off my slacks and shirt, not giving a fuck where they land.

When I look up, she’s eye-fucking me. I slow my movements, teasing her, letting her see what’s hers.

Enough waiting.

I prowl onto the mattress, like a predator stalking his prey. But before I take her, I need to taste her.

She’s on her back, legs bent at the knees, feet planted on the bed. Spread wide open for me.

I slide down, positioning myself between her thighs. She props herself on her elbows, watching me, holding her breath.

I inhale deeply, savoring her scent. It’s sweet. Fruity. Addictive.

I groan, unable to wait another second. I lick her. A flat and slow stroke, dragging my tongue over her clit. We moan in unison. Her taste is lethal.

I don’t hold back. I devour her, lap her up, pull her into my mouth. I grab her thighs, spreading her wider, dragging her closer onto my awaiting mouth.

I want her suffocating me.

I want her to be the last thing I ever breathe.

Her moans turn desperate. Her fingers dig in my hair, tugging, pulling me in deeper. She’s grinding on my face, chanting my name.

I won’t last much longer.

Neither will she.

“Please, Matty.” Her desperation overwhelming her.

I smirk against her soaked pussy. “What do you need, sweetheart?”

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