Page 63 of Dolls & Daggers
Smack!
“No, no, no, Turtle Dove.” I thrust into her once more, palming her chin with my fingers still in her mouth to gently, but firmly, pull her back onto me. Once my pelvis meets her ass, I curve over her, twisting her locks further around my fist until I have her body bowed inward. “Remember what I told you? You don’t get to come until I say so,” I whisper against her cheek.
She whimpers and tries to move her hips, looking for any sort of friction after I’ve edged her back from the brink of an orgasm twice. A tear slips from the corner of her eye while she laves at my fingers and begs around them. “Please. Please let me come. Fuck, Wren. I need to come.”
My entire body feels like it’s going to erupt. I relish her squeal when I remove my fingers and slap her clit. “You should have thought about that before you lied.”
“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you,” she argues, and I slap her core again for her sass. This time twice in quick succession as I remain unmoving inside her. Mycock throbs, swelling in her tight, warm heat. It’s a miracle I’ve managed to stave off my own orgasm. Dove likes to be the one in control. But tonight, that honor is mine.
And holy fucking shit, is she spectacular when she submits.
“Wren! Please! Please, please, please,” she cries out, so pretty as she writhes against me.
She’s a fucking vision.
The locks that aren’t wrapped around my fist stick to her face in sweaty strands. Her eye makeup is smudged from sweat and frustrated tears. But my favorite part is the smear of lipstick over her mouth. When I pull out slightly, I can still see the remnants of it around the base of my cock from when she choked on it earlier.
I slam into her, plastering myself to her back even though my legs are beginning to cramp from the angle. Our size difference makes things difficult—only a handful of positions work to our advantage, and most of them require her to be in control.
A familiar wave begins to crest, so I pick up my speed. “No more secrets, Dove.”
“No more! I promise!” she cries, clutching the sheets like a lifeline as I return my fingers to her clit. I rub her in rhythm with the quick snap of my hips,pounding into her at a punishing pace that cuts her moan into short, jagged sounds.
“Fuck, Turtle Dove, I’m gonna come.” I clench my teeth, trying to hold it at bay for a little longer. She feels so good I never want to leave. If I could live out the rest of my days in bed with her, I’d die the happiest man ever.
“Wren! I’m coming! Fuck, baby, I’m coming. Thank you. Thank you,” she wails as she clenches around me, her pussy holding my cock in a vice grip as she milks it. Both our climaxes go on and on to the point where I think I might start spilling out of her by the bucket load if it doesn’t stop.
I’ve never come so hard and so much in my fucking life. The more sex we have, the more I realize it will be this intense every time. And at this rate, I’ll have to learn how to administer banana bags at home.
Dove sinks to the bed, breathing heavily as she releases a chuckle. “Oh my fucking god, Songbird. You can take control more often. I give it up. From now on, you’re the master in the bedroom.”
She shivers as I spread her cheeks, watching as my cum spills from between her perfectly pink pussy lips when I pull out. With a reverent moan, I push it back in, massaging the hot liquid against her walls. She jolts in surprise before squirming against my hand. “Wren?—”
“Don’t worry, Turtle Dove. I’m nowhere near finished with you,” I promise. “But we’re going to have a little chat before you sit on my face.”
She rubs her legs together as I release her, hiding her face in my comforter. “I don’t wanna,” she pouts.
“Tough shit.” I make my way to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth and return to find her kicking the plush blanket off my bed as she wraps herself in my top sheet. “Come here.”
She squeals with surprised glee as I grab her ankle and drag her back to the edge of the bed. Shoving the sheet to her hips, I take my time and tease her as I remove our combined release from her thighs.
“Can we stay like this forever, Songbird?” Her question makes me pause, a lance pricking my chest to let in a warm flood of elation at her words.
“For me, forever started the second I saw you.” I kiss her inner thigh, watching her through the hair that’s fallen over my eyes, as she graces me with a lazy smile. “I just didn’t know it yet.” I quickly wipe myself off before joining her in bed. Dove hikes her leg over my stomach, suctioning to my side as she threads a hand in my hair and kisses me like she needs to steal my very breath to survive.
Kissing her is like going to Disney World for the first time, every time. It’s magical. Somehow, all my fears evaporate when her lips touch mine. Using mytongue doesn’t even bother me anymore. It’s second nature now. I can’t imagine kissing her and not feeling like we’re fusing our souls when our lips lock and mouths part for each other.
It’s as easy as breathing.
“You’re not going to get out of talking about it,” I murmur against what’s left of her watermelon-scented lipstick.
She laughs on a sigh, flopping to her back dramatically. I follow suit, holding my weight on one elbow and cradling her face with the other hand. “Dove…”
“What do you want from me, Songbird? When would have been the best time to say something? When I was dry-humping you in your living room?” I arch a brow at her damn sassy mouth, already imagining stuffing it full of my cock again as a form of punishment.
Although, does it really count as punishment if she enjoys it so much?
Flashing me a daring look, she rolls her eyes when I shake my head slowly. “It’s not a casual topic, Wren. It’s not like I could have brought it up over dinner.” She waves one hand in the air while doing her best impression of me. “Hi, honey. How was your day?” She moves to her other hand as she switches to her bubblegum persona. “Mine was great, thanks for asking. I took Fang to the groomers, finished my article, and, oh!I sawed a man into pieces after hacking off his little smokie. How was your day, sweetie?” She drops both with a thud and gives me a pointed look.
