Page 36 of His Little Garnet

Cradling her head, I bring her lips to mine before she has a chance to change her mind. Her lips are soft and warm, and when she moans into my mouth, I slide my tongue into her. I need more. I’m desperate. I need all of her.

I let my tongue tangle with hers until she’s moaning and trembling in my arms. Her small hands are gripping my biceps.

I rise, easily taking her with me, never breaking the kiss as she wraps her legs around me. In moments, I’m in my bedroom. Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe I’m taking things too far too fast. I don’t know, but I can’t stop, and she’s not stopping me either.

As soon as I lower her to my bed, I remain standing between her legs. I release her lips to nibble a path to her neck and then her shoulder and lower. When I stroke my nose over the swell of her breast, I know I’m lost to her. I would force myself to stop if she asked me to, but it would be hard.

She’s squirming though. Or writhing. Moaning under me. Her fingers are digging into my skin. My saliva does this to her, and it will get worse when I prick her skin, which I’m going to do any second.

I need her. She’s my own brand of heroine.

Growling, I wrap my lips around her nipple and suckle hard.

She cries out, pulling me closer.

I drag my tongue over her stiff nipple several times before finally succumbing to the desire and letting my quill prick her tender skin.

Olivia’s moans fill the room.

I’m holding her by the waist, unable to stop the momentum. I’ve needed her for two weeks. No, six months. I’ve needed her for so long I’m shaking with desperation.

I switch to her other nipple, suckling it like it’s twin, flicking my tongue over the turgid tip. Making her writhe with need.

“Please,” she begs. She wants this. She wants me to pierce her skin again. And heaven help me, I can’t deny her. I nick her nipple in several places, growing more anxious and greedier by the moment.

When I can’t stand to go another second without tasting the rest of her, I release her nipple with a pop and trail kisses down her tummy while I blindly remove her diaper. It’s dry. I just changed her recently.

I yank it out from under her and toss it to one side.

Finally, after what seems like eons waiting to taste my mate in every possible way, I hold her thighs open wide and take a moment to savor every detail. Her pink lips are swollen and wet. Her clit is engorged, the hood no longer containing it.

I inhale her scent, letting it fill me. She’s definitely a drug, and I’m an addict. I don’t care. I’ve seen her pussy hundreds of times, cleaned her, reached inside her, but every time I’ve forced myself to remain as clinical as possible. At least outwardly.

This is the first time I’m permitting myself to show my precious Little girl what it’s going to be like spending her life with me.

“Please, Papi,” she pleads.

I glance up at her. Her eyes are glassy. Her cheeks are hot pink. Suddenly, I want her confirmation. I want to hear her say it. I want to know that she wants this. “What do you need, Little one?” My voice is lower than usual, rough.

She moans, arching her hips off the bed before uttering the sweetest words in the universe. “Suck my pussy, Papi. Please.”

I don’t hesitate another moment. I drop my mouth over her swollen folds and suck her entire pussy.

She screams as her orgasm crashes over her, pulsing against my lips.

I wasn’t expecting her to come so fast, but I’m pleased. I intend to make her come so many times she can’t think straight. Before her orgasm is fully over, I gently nick the sensitive skin under her clit.

Her entire body arches off the bed as she screams again, louder this time. Her clit swells up in my mouth, pulsing harder as she succumbs to another orgasm.

Her body is shaking as I slide my mouth lower and thrust my tongue into her tight channel. I grip her hips to keep her from squirming right off the bed. It’s a long way to the floor. If she’s going to be this wiggly every time I claim her body, I’ll have to consider restraining her to my bed for her safety.

I push my tongue as deep as I can, moaning around the taste of her. I could eat her pussy like this all day and never grow tired.

She’s gasping for air, and I know I need to back off a bit so she can get oxygen. With one last kiss, I give her a break, lifting my mouth to nibble a path back up to her chest. I want to nick her again. The desire to drive her completely out of her mind is strong, but I hold back. She’s not used to this.

Olivia is moaning, her head lolling back and forth, her long thick hair spread out all around her.

I come up over her, nuzzling my face in her hair and then her neck. When I get to her ear, I whisper, “You are the most gorgeous creature alive.”

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