Page 24 of Blood & Loyalties
The blankets drifted down her body, displaying one of her breasts, her pink nipple calling my name. She needed a fantastic wakeup call. Good thing I was up for the job.
I moved my arm carefully, not wanting to wake her just yet. Then I pulled the blankets down to expose the rest of her beautiful body: pert, full, voluptuous tits and curves that went on for miles. What was really calling me was a taste of her pussy. I needed it. I could smell her, and it was breakfast time, after all.
As I carefully pushed down on her hip, lying her flat on the bed, she didn’t so much as stir. I spread her legs wide, seeing the lips of her pussy glistening with moisture. I licked my lips, already tasting her on them. I knelt down closer, breathing her in, and the smell this close made my dick as hard as stone.
With her legs spread, I swiped one large lick then closed my mouth, swallowing her, embedding her flavor in every place of my body. I opened my eyes from the pleasure to see her eyes were still closed. Perfect.
I kissed her pussy as if I were kissing her mouth, each touch of my lips and tongue gentle, allowing her to feel my caress. She wiggled her hips, and her cream flooded my mouth. That was the moment I snapped. My caresses were no longer sweet. I devoured, consumed, annihilated. I ate her pussy like it was my last fucking meal, and she was the only one who could provide it.
Hands gripped my hair as a gasp came from her perfect lips. “Oh. God.”
“Not God, but close.” I continued nibbling on her clit, rolling it around with my teeth, and then nipping her inner lips.
Catarina’s hips moved and rolled before I pulled her to my mouth, stopping her movements. I wanted this. This was for me, not for her, even if she did reap the benefits.
Once she settled, I inserted two fingers and moved them inside her wetness, finding her sweet spot, and then assaulted her clit ravenously. Her hips bucked off the bed, tearing me away from her pussy. A sound escaped her lips somewhere between a wail and a cry, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vise. Before she could fully come down, I rose up, climbing on top of her. Our bodies fully aligned.
I stared into her eyes, watching as a thousand emotions played through them, each one calling me, beckoning me. I rested my hips between her thighs, holding myself up a bit with my knees, not wanting to crush her. Then I moved my forearms to the side of her head, helping to hold me up as I stared.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered, watching a pink blush creep up her neck into her cheeks.
“You’re pretty hot yourself,” she whispered, staring right back.
Breaking away from her stare, I traced my lips along her jaw and down her neck, stopping for a moment at her pulse point, feeling her rapid heartbeat. When her body shuddered, my tongue darted out, licking a trail up to her earlobe where I nipped and sucked lightly, teasing her ear. Catarina turned her head, giving me better access, the rise and fall of her chest telling me how much I affected her.
My kisses trailed down to her collarbone then between her breasts. Her lips parted as she sucked in air, her hands threading through my hair. I loved every second of it.
Moving down her body, I anchored myself between her thighs, grabbing her breasts and pushing them together. I groaned. They looked like the perfect meal, just for me. I latched on gently at first, giving each one nips, sucks, and licks. Then I became more demanding, sucking her nipples into hard tips.
Catarina’s hands moved to my shoulders as she clutched on, digging her nails into my flesh. I welcomed the pain, welcomed her touch. I moved back up her body, her hands gripping my back, and found her waiting mouth. I devoured her lips, feeling her soften and open for me, fueling my fire. Her hands gripped my arms, clutching me. I pulled away, and her eyes flew open.
“I need you,” she said in a pant.
“God, yes.” I wasted no time finding her entrance. Only, this time, I took painstaking time. I slid into her wet pussy, feeling it try to suck me in faster, but I wouldn’t let it. I wanted this control.
I watched as her eyes lit up when I finally entered fully. I didn’t move, just watched her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me flush against her body. Her kiss was full of passion and want. She didn’t move her hips; it was as if she was enjoying the moment of our connection, and dammit, I was, too.
I kissed her back with fervor, loving every damn second of it, but then she pulled away in a rush.
“You need to move, Jag. I’m dying here.” She was almost whining, but not quite. It was sultry and addictive, just like her body.
She flipped my switch and I suddenly felt unleashed, thrusting deep and hard, never taking my eyes off her.
“Jag. Shit.” She gripped the sheets with tight fists as I pounded ruthlessly, losing control when I started to shatter into dust on the floor.
I felt my orgasm coming, boiling. I needed her to come.
I moved my palm to her clit and ground it hard. The walls of her pussy clenched, and she set off like a rocket bursting into space. I had no strength to hold back this time as I followed right behind her, crashing into her body in a heap.
The door flew open, and our eyes followed the movement.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Catarina stilled at the feminine voice. “Shit!” the voice yelled.
“I’m fine, Kiera. Go downstairs. Be there in a bit,” Catarina tried reassuring her, but fuck that. I recognized the name right away as her roommate and Vino’s daughter.
“No, you won’t,” I growled, nipping her ear. I wasn’t anywhere close to done. My dick was still pulsing inside of her. No way she’s leaving.
