Page 67 of Rule the Night
I’d been hot from my work with the torch but it was nothing compared to the fire in my body now. My dick was harder than the hunk of steel that loomed behind her. I pressed my cock into her pussy, hot through the fabric of the flouncy skirt she’d worn to work, and she moaned into my mouth.
I slid my hands down the slender column of her neck and fierce swell of possession washed over me as I touched the gold collar we’d used to claim her in the tunnels. I rested my thumbs against her throat until I felt the soft beat of her pulse.
I had the urge to mark her again, to cut myself open and bleed on her creamy skin, to make it clear she was mine.
She was a puzzle I wanted to solve from the inside out, a work of art I was just beginning to uncover.
I reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. I tossed it aside and her mouth again found mine, our tongues returning to their exploration as I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, savoring the silkiness of her bare skin.
She shoved her hands into my hair and I unfastened her bra, a scrap of lavender lace I tossed in the general direction of her discarded blouse.
It was painful to tear my mouth from hers, but I wanted to look at her, and I leaned back and cupped her tits in my hands. Her nipples were as pale as the first blush of a rose, and the hourglass of her waist flared to fleshy hips that begged for my teeth.
“Jesus christ.” My voice was rough. “You’re beautiful, little bird.”
She ran her hands over my chest, mapping the ink that honored my family, my ancestors. “So are you.”
I stroked her nipples with my thumbs, then leaned in to cover one with my mouth.
She sighed, and her hands found their way back into my hair as I sucked and licked, teasing the little bud until it was as hard as a pebble.
My hands found their way up the smooth expanse of her legs, under her skirt, and my dick throbbed in my jeans as I came into contact with the swell of her ass, bare under her thong underwear.
Her nipple was still in my mouth, but now I wanted more. Now I wanted to taste all of her.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I stood and spun her around, lifting her onto the table in the place I’d been a moment before. Now she was sitting in front of me, her skirt hikedup around her thighs, glorious tits flushed and heaving as she looked at me with glassy eyes.
I pushed her thighs open wide, then gave her flimsy black thong a tug.
It tore easily, and I tossed it aside.
“Hey!” she protested.
“Sorry.” I wasn’t actually. How could I be with her sweet little pussy on display? “I’m dying to taste you.”
I bent to kiss her, then ran my thumb through her slippery folds.
A strangled moan escaped her lips, and she lay back, propped up on her elbows.
“I’m going to need you a lot closer, little bird.” I hooked my hands behind her knees and pulled her to the edge of the metal table.
I kneeled in front of her, oblivious to the hard concrete under my knees, and ran my fingers through her slit. She was already so wet, beads of desire on the lips of her little cunt, her mound covered with a neat strip of soft dark fuzz.
I looked up at her and saw that she was watching me, her eyes hooded with pleasure. The thought of it was a hot wind on the wildfire blowing through my body, and I leaned in and ran my tongue through the petals of her sex, moaning as the taste of her hit my tongue.
Strawberries and the musky scent of her skin.
She gasped and slid her fingers into my hair, holding my head in place, making it clear I was right where she wanted me.
I had no complaints, and I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked, drawing it into my mouth.
Her hips lifted off the table as I sucked and lapped, lavishing her clit with attention as she clutched my hair tight enough to make me harder.
I slipped two fingers inside her and felt the walls of her pussy, hot and tight, clamp down around them, felt the rising tide of her orgasm as she moved in time to the movements of my mouth, grinding on my face, reaching for release.
I licked faster, covering her clit with my tongue, making feverish circles that had her gasping and moaning, pulling my face against her cunt until I was awash in her juices.
She drew her feet up to the table, using her heels to give her leverage as she writhed on my face. “Oh my god…”
