Page 168 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
I suck her clit into my mouth, gently at first, then harder, flicking my tongue in quick little pulses. She cries out, thighs squeezing around my head, her body shaking as I push her right to the edge.
I slide two fingers into her, curling them just right as I suck harder on her clit, her body arching as pleasure rushes through her, her power surging, and I feel my thoughts dull.
All I can think of is pleasure and lust, and then she comes with a delicious moan that I’ll never forget. Her hips jerk, thighs trembling, and I keep going, fucking her with my fingers, lickingand sucking her clit through the orgasm, drinking in every second of it and then the haze lifts.
Was that her power?
Her body drops onto the bed, panting, skin flushed with the perfect glow that makes me want more. My gaze dips to her dripping pussy. My fingers slide out, wet and slick, and I drag them across her ass before gripping her hips.
“I’ve dreamt of what you might taste like…” I murmur, unzipping my pants. She sits up, taking over as she tugs them down, her eyes looking up at me.
“And was it what you imagined?” she whispers.
“No, it was far better,” I say as I get off the bed to yank my pants off. My cock springs free, thick, hard, and ready. Her breath hitches, and she licks her lips, staring at my dick.
I step forward and she brushes her hand down it. I push her back onto the bed. “You can play another time,” I promise, and she smiles, her cheeks flushing. I reach down and help remove her top, leaving her in the skin-coloured strapless bra. She smiles and glances down at the tiny hook at the front. “Can’t wait,” she whispers as she watches me reach for the hook and undo it, letting her bra slip away.
I stare at her for a moment. Fuck…
She’s fucking made to sin.
I kiss her softly, positioning myself at her entrance. The second my cock brushes the soft folds of her pussy, I groan, deep and guttural, pleasure rushing through me. I brush my thumb across her clit.
“You’re drenched, Darling, all ready for me.”
She moans, grinding her hips back against me, desperate,wanton.
“I want you, Jayce,” she breathes, voice thick with hunger. “Claim me. Use me.”
That’s it. The last shred of control I have disintegrates. Her hips writhe beneath me, and I press the head of my cock against her slit, dragging it through the slickness, teasing her just long enough to make her whimper in frustration.
Then I slam into her with one sharp thrust.
She cries out, sharp, yet it’s the sound of complete satisfaction, her body arching as I fill her completely. She’s so tight, and so fucking hot. Her walls grip me so fucking perfectly as if made to take me – which she is.
I grit my teeth, grabbing her hips, driving into her again, harder and deeper.
“Fuck,” I groan, burying myself as deep as possible inside of her.
She gasps, clawing at the sheets, and I watch as the muscles in her stomach tense. I see the shadowy forms of wings behind her, but I’m far too consumed by pleasure to focus on it, and they’re gone as quickly as they came. Her power is bleeding into the air, wrapping around us like silk and fire once again.
Her pussy squeezes me, milking me, and I feel her power pulse around my cock. The need to satiate her is intensifying. I pound into her harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping echoing around the room, mixed with her moans – high, breathy and fucking filthy.
I fist her hair and pull her up against me, her spine arching as I fuck her. Her head rolls back, arching her exposed breasts to me, eyes glowing faintly red as I slam into her over and over again.
“Say it,” I growl huskily against her ear. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps, trembling. “Only yours.”
I growl, baring my teeth, and sink them into the curve of her shoulder – not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark.She cries out, her pussy clenching around me, and I feel her start to unravel.
Her orgasm hits her like a wave, and then I feel her power surging, wrapping around my cock, drawing me deeper. She moans like a nymph, high on lust and pleasure. I fuck her through her orgasm relentlessly, pounding her harder, faster, letting the storm take me.
The bed slams into the wall. The air tastes electric and intoxicating – just like her. Her moans are like a melody, mixed with my name, which falls from her lips like a prayer.
When I feel the heat coil, my own release at a fucking teetering point, I slam into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go. Her pussy grips me like a vice, and I come with a low groan of pure satisfaction, spilling inside of her as her name tears from my throat.
I exhale, my damp locks falling across my forehead as I brace my hands on the bed beside her, breathing hard.
