Page 59 of The Ecstasy of Sin
Her tongue slips out to accept the offering, then she swallows it down.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, enjoying the view of her on her knees, her thighs parted, panting softly from the way I fucked her mouth like it was made for me.
Every part of her is mine. Her heart will be, too.
I tuck myself back into my pants, half-hard and still desperate for the feel of her pussy stretching as I force her to take me.
Soon.
As badly as I want to fuck her and come so deep inside of her that she’ll never be rid of me, I want our first time to be in my bed. I intend to keep her there for the entire night, teaching her body how to take me. Showing her exactly what it means to be mine.
Dropping down, I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her to her feet. The adorable little squeak that comes out of her reminds me that she’s not used to being manhandled.
She’s flushed with arousal as she leans back against the wall, watching me from beneath her long, dark lashes as I reach down between us and pop the button of her jeans.
I’m not gentle when I tug her pants down, but my gaze stays focused on hers as I admire how my rough handling makes her breath hitch.
When I drop to my knees in front of her, the look on her face has me fighting myself not to drag her down to the dirty concrete beneath us and fuck her like an animal.
She’s trembling as I press my face against her pussy where it’s still covered by a thin layer of black cotton.
I inhale deeply, groaning as the scent of her fills me and makes my cock hard all over again.
I drop a hand to re-arrange myself for comfort’s sake, before grabbing her thigh and tossing it over my shoulder.
I meet her lust drunk stare as I reach behind me and pull my knife from the holster at my back, her eyes widening as I bring the weapon between us and quickly cut her panties across the center.
She jerks, recognizing the blade I used to murder the man that tried to kill her. Luckily for her, my dagger is an extension of my arm and I’d never cut her unless I actually intended to. Even though she wiggles, the blade never kisses her skin.
I slide my dagger back into place behind me, reaching up and pulling the torn cotton away from her body. I hold her stare as I tuck the ruined material into my back pocket.
She blushes wildly as I drop my gaze to her pussy, writhing against me like she can’t handle my attention between her thighs. She tries to pull her leg off from my shoulder, but I don’t allow it.
Instead, I place a kiss over her clit, before diving into her drenched pussy with my face. Her body goes lax above me as pleasure washes over her, and I accept her weight easily.
I’m drowning in the taste of her as my tongue sweeps up from her entrance to swirl around her clit.
“Fuck, Dominic, oh my god.”
My fingers dig into her soft thigh where it rests over my shoulder, using the feel of her to ground me as I lose myself in her body.
I kiss her the way I’ve kissed her mouth, worshipping her with my lips, and my tongue, as she writhes against the wall.
Desperate to be inside of her in any way I can, I fuck her with my tongue until the mess of her arousal coats my mouth and chin.
She moves like she’s finally free. Her hips buck gently as little tremors run through her entire body. Gasps and sighs escape her glossy lips like she doesn’t know what to do with all the pleasure coursing through her.
She’s too used to suffering. I can’t let that be her life for another day.
I dip my tongue down into the opening of her pussy, then press down as I sweep it up to flick her clit. She cries out, and from the way she tenses, I know she’s close.
I suck her clit with gentle, consistent pulls of my mouth, until her body convulses for me.
Her hips buck hard, and I groan as the orgasm crashes into her so violently that her knees buckle.
I press her into the wall and hold her up with my body as her hands fall, fingers threading through my hair and gripping me roughly as she rides my face.
I don’t stop as she comes, alternating between sucking and swirling my tongue around her clit until she’s begging me to stop. Where she was once holding me to her, she’s now trying to pry me away. “Please, Dom, I can’t…”
