Page 96 of The Ecstasy of Sin
Reaching down between us, he gathers the silky substance on his fingers before rubbing it all over my still swollen pussy.
The moan that spills out of me is shameless, and I squirm beneath him as he coats me in his release.
“Fucking beautiful, covered in my cum,” he groans, dragging the residual mess all over my thighs. He presses a kiss to my forehead as he pulls my dress down over my hips.
“Don’t move,” he commands, his voice rough. I lay there in the dense grass, waiting as he gets to his feet, and crouches down to gather me in his arms.
My arms wrap around his neck as he turns away from the light of the moon and carries me back in the direction of his motorcycle.
When we reach the parking lot, I’m relieved to find it still empty. It’s quiet, nothing but the sound of crickets to accompany us as he walks back to the bike. When he sets me down on the passenger seat, I wince.
Saying that my pussy is sore is an understatement. Now that the high of my orgasm is fading, the ache has settled in to take its place.
But I don’t regret a single second of what just happened between us.
Dominic’s hand grips my chin, angling my face towards his. “Are you okay?”
I nod.
“You keep your arms tight around me, do you understand? You do not stop touching me, or I’ll pull over and fuck you again,” he tells me sternly.
“Yes, Daddy.” My voice is a whisper, barely audible, as I gaze up into his eyes.
His entire body stills, his face contorting as feral hunger surges through him. “What the fuck did you just say?”
The word came out of me so naturally, so effortlessly, and without shame. When I repeat myself, my voice is a little stronger, consequences be damned. “I said… yes, Daddy.”
He moves so fast, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me back off the bike and down onto the ground next to it.
His rough hands force my legs open, and real fear ripples through me when I realize just how tender I am. He drags his body down mine, then his mouth closes over my clit with a violence I’m starting to crave.
My hips buck, a cry tearing from my throat as my sensitive clit throbs beneath the punishing strokes of his tongue. His breath explodes across my pussy as his voice spills out of him, lost in a series of groans and growls that leave me trembling in anticipation of his clear loss of control.
“Fuck, you taste like sin. Sex and blood and me, the perfect fucking combination.”
I scream as he drags his tongue from my aching entrance, back up to my clit, sucking it between his lips with a roughness that has my body breaking immediately.
I come all over his face, my body writhing, struggling to get away from the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to shatter my mind.
He pins me with his arms wrapped around my thighs, his tongue stroking me through the orgasm, keeping me spiraling until he finally chooses to have mercy on me.
I’m ruined all over again. My legs are shaking so violently I feel like I’ll never recover.
When his head lifts from between my legs, a shyness overtakes me. The light from the nearby streetlight illuminates his face. The sheen of my arousal, mixed with blood, is all over his lips and chin. I can’t imagine I taste anything resembling good at this point in the night, but he still licks my destruction from his lips like I’m the finest taste he’s ever known.
Moving back up my body, spent and boneless beneath him, he comes to kneel between my spread thighs. I lift my hand to my mouth, biting at my finger as he pulls his hard cock from his pants and strokes the length of it in front of me.
Not giving a damn about who could drive by and see us like this, Dominic is hovering over me, pleasure and lust all over his face as he pumps his cock until he comes all over my pussy.
The thick, white ropes of his release shoot across my clit, marking me, until he angles himself down to coat the swollen lips of my pussy. “Fuck, Wren, you bad fucking girl.”
His head falls back on a moan as he finishes, his breath coming in ragged pants.
When he regains control of himself, he tucks his cock back into his pants and leans over me. A looming threat, his hand lifting to grip my throat. “Are you done, or do you need me to ruin your pussy one more fucking time?”
I swallow, his hand flexing, and I nod in response.
Dominic leans down to kiss me, before he releases my throat and gets back to his feet.
