Page 54 of Mariposa
“So wet. So fucking wet.” He circles my clit, slow and gently at first, as his lips meet mine again.
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” I pant between each feral kiss.
He palms my mouth with his hand just as he rubs his thumb against my clit, angrily. I moan into his hand, but the sound is silenced and muffled.
“No, we shouldn’t. Licking your pussy is a bad idea. Tell me it’s a bad idea.” He tilts his chin and smiles until his straight white teeth show and his sharp canines sink into his bottom lip as he waits for my answer.
“It’s a bad idea.” I lie.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no, don’t ever stop.” I shake my head, the fire inside me only heightening with how he continues working me up. I sneak my hand underneath his shirt and scratch him hard. He groans in response, studying my sex with pupils blown into a state of ecstasy.
“I’ve been thinking about your sweet cunt nonstop ever since I licked you off your fingers.” His voice deepens, rough in timbre. Even his voice has my heart rhythm jumping. It’s just so hot. He climbs on top, commanding my body like I’ve been dreaming about. He dips lower and throws my legs over his shoulder. His mustache pricks the sides of my inner thighs, and I thread my fingers through his dark brown hair as he licks me.
“I think about it too…” I admit.
His tongue swipes me, rough and angry, up and down until he sucks on my swollen bud. It’s like he’s been starving, and the only thing that will satisfy his craving is devouring me. His built-up frustration cuts through me like morphine to my veins. He stops his lethal licks, and my brows furrow in disappointment. My thighs begin to shake on each side of his face.
“W-why’d you stop?”
He thrusts two fingers inside me.
“I want you to come for me. I want to feel your pussy cry before I make you scream my name with my tongue.”
I pull on his hair as he buries his face in the middle of my breasts. He sucks and bites on both pebbled nipples, moving from one breast to the other and taking one nipple at a time, biting and sucking with a handful of my tit, kneading me. He adds another finger inside, stretching me to his liking. My back arches off the ground, and my mouth gapes open, feeling too damn full, but he curls them in a way that makes it too pleasurable—almost in a way I can’t take.
“Violet…you’re so fucking tight. Look at you, gripping my fingers, weeping like a greedy slut who wants more.” He’s working my body like I was made for him. Like he’s known my body for years. My walls clench around his fingers as he brings me closer to my finish line, edging me until I moan. “You like being called a slut? You like knowing how fucking dirty you are?”
“I do,” I moan.
He squeezes one breast as he sucks on my other. I bite my lip hard, and then I feel a lightning bolt of pain when his teeth sink into my skin on the side of my breast until he draws blood.
“You look beautiful in red, you know that?” He licks my blood off my skin and returns to my mouth. His tongue dives inside, forcing me to taste iron.
Suddenly, I’m off the ground. He throws me over him, so I’m sitting on his face while he’s standing. He keeps stalking until my back hits the pillar, and I cry out from his tongue meeting my clit. My legs are on his shoulders as I grip the dog tags around his neck for balance. My heart thunders against my rib cage as I realize what he’s doing. A dark cloud moves against the moon, darkening the environment so much that Kade’s face is barely visible underneath the bridge. Then he’s underneath my red dress. With one hand, he finds my breasts and twists my nipple. I shudder and grind my teeth.
The pleasure is blinding. He sucks and nips my clit with his teeth. The way he makes me fall apart so easily should be illegal. His tongue spears me, and he groans.
“No one’s ever tasted this fucking good. I want to come in my pants just from eating your pussy.”
He fucks me with his tongue. My eyes roll back, my core tightens, and I’m sucking in breath after breath as heat pumps into my veins. I’m so close, stars twinkle and swirl. My nails scrape his back. His teeth pinch my clit, and I scream.
One more move, and I’m going to come.
“Violet?” Booker calls out in the distance.
My eyes shoot open as paradise is yanked away from us.
“Shit.” Kade sighs, frustrated. I push Kade away, tapping him, and he reacts quickly. I’m on my feet, and he helps fix my dress and tucks in my breasts. He runs a hand through his beard and stares at the origin of the voice booming for me. He moves in front of me to shield me.
“Violet, where are you?” he calls out again. I turn around, poking my head off to the side of the pillar and squint. Booker is walking farther away from us, holding a beer.
“Don’t. Don’t go with him.”
Is he asking me to finish what we started?
“What?” I murmur as I fully clothe myself again. My fingers are trembling. My inner thighs are already screaming with soreness. God, I can still feel the shape of his tongue inside me. My body’s already begging for more as my clit pulsates with fiery need. I didn’t get to come, but reality sets in, and as much as I want to continue, more people flood the beach.
