Page 58 of The Invite
She’s shut so tight that it takes afew tries before her body accepts my invasion. The skin barely turns white. Relaxing her by licking her clit, I slowly but relentlessly push another finger and keep them buried to the knuckle.
“Ahh.” A tortured sound slips from her.
“Want me to pop your cherry tonight?”
“No!”
I chuckle at her panicked answer and scissor my fingers. “Soon I will, and there will be nothing you can do to stop me.”
Before she can utter a word, I fuck her ass with my fingers and smash my lips against her slit. I lose myself in the feel of her clenching around my hand, spilling into my mouth and down my chin as I pleasure her with everything.
Her third orgasm is all for me.
Because her lithe body is mine to use whenever I want. Mine to teach a lesson. Mine to punish and chase.
The sweet cries and moans slipping from her lips egg me on. Somewhere during my rapidly thrusting fingers and tongue, her other hand also slips and clutches my shirt. She doesn’t realize I’ve yanked her away from the edge.
She’s as far gone as I am.
It’s a breathtaking vision.
A woman is the most gorgeous in the mindless throes of passion, especially at the hands of the villain they’re trying to escape.
Twisting my wrist, I change my angle and bang her more ruthlessly. She screams and her hands spears into my hair, pulling at it harshly. The bite of pain turns me ravenous and primal.
When I take her clit between my lips, she pleads, “No… please. It’s too much.”
My poor little prey is too sensitive from the previous bites. I don’t let up but slow my licks to a lighter touch. Her pleased sigh reaches my ears.
“Ride my face, Nessa,” I grunt. “If it isn’t drenched, I’ll keep going.”
Locking her ankles behind my back, she swivels her hips and pushes her sweet pussy against my lips. I groan appreciatively and stop moving my hand until she’s fucking herself on it.
I spear her pussy with my tongue until she becomes delirious with the desperate need to fall apart. Using my free hand, I caress her clit. As her rhythm becomes uneven and slow, I pinch it without remorse.
“Augustus!” My name erupts in a hoarse moan.
I fuck her through the orgasm while her cum dribbles out in waves.
“That’s it. Soak my chin, teach.”
Nothing like tasting the forbidden fruit.
“Oh god!” There’s shame in her voice. But it’s too late for regret.
Her body goes lax as the last aftershock leaves her. Lifting my mouth and gazing down at her flushed skin with a light sheenof sweat, I lick my lips. She’s not only soaked my chin but the top of my chest with her cum.
Imprints of my fingertips darken her inner thighs and her hip bones. Her pussy is red and looks freshly abused.
Nessa’s eyes fly open when I trace the seam with my thumb. Closing her legs, she scampers backward. I seize her ankle and yank her back to me.
Staring hard and impassive, I scold, “Do you want to fall?”
“Since when do you care about what I want?” she snaps.
“You’re awfully fiery for a girl who came three times in a row.” Arching an eyebrow, I smirk. “Should I give you a fourth so you’re too tired to talk back?”
Her body trembles even as she vehemently says, “Go to he—”
