Page 84 of Fortress of the Cursed

I move between her legs and push her knees open as she gasps. Pulling her hips to the edge of the couch, I yank her sweatpants down, pleased when I see she’s wearing plain black panties.

I’ll remedy that when she becomes mine. Sage should be in silk and lace, even though she’ll tell me it’s not practical in her line of work.

“Fuck,” I mutter, staring between her legs. I move my hand to cup her, feeling the moisture through the material. “You’re wet, baby.”

She bites down on her lip as I play with her, teasing her, rubbing my fingers down the crease of her panties as I watch her reactions. I move my face closer, breathing her in, then I kiss her roughly, pressing my face right into her pussy as she groans.

I drag her panties down roughly until they’re at her knees, then I spread her legs again when she tries to close them.

She’s fucking bare.

A low growl leaves my throat.

“Sage, your pussy’s so fucking hot.”

She groans when my thumb moves through her folds, teasing her with her own arousal. I move from her hole to her clit, enjoying the view and how pink and wet she is.

“Kiss me,” she cries. And I know where she means.

So I do.

I hold her legs open with my hands and suck her pussy lips as she jerks off the couch, her hands threading into my hair. She groans the most perfect sound as I make a meal out of her. Savoring her. Tasting her. Moving my tongue up along her folds to her clit, where I circle the enlarged bud, savoring every fucking thing she’ll give me.

I eat her like she’s my last meal.

When I can’t get enough, I lift her under the knee and hitch her leg over my shoulder, then, fuck it, I do the same with the other leg so she’s completely at my mercy. Then I really go to town.

Groaning, I flick her clit, and then insert my tongue into her tight hole.

She gasps. “Yes, Fynn, yes, right there…”

I rub her clit with my thumb while I fuck her with my tongue, her breathing labored, her body writhing in pure ecstasy, and then I feel her tighten. She comes hard, and I lap up every single fucking drop as she clutches my head and moans my name. But I’m not done.

I insert two fingers, groaning when I feel how tight and wet she is, and how much I wish it were my cock sliding in and out of her. Still, I’ll take it.

Her eyes meet mine as I curl my fingers, and she gasps like she can’t breathe.

I chuckle. “Breathe, baby.”

When she clamps down on my fingers, I stare at her with hunger. “I don’t think you knew where the G-spot was when we were together.”

I grin. “But I do now, and I can do this forever.” I keep massaging her, and then brush my tongue over her sensitive, swollen clit, and she cries out again. I barely flick her and she’s unraveling again all over my fingers. “Fuck,baby cakes, I love it when you moan my name. So fucking hot.”

I start to pump my fingers in and out, wishing she’d lift her top so I could see her tits.

“You can’t do this to me,” she pants, moving her hips in rhythm with my fingers.

“I am doing it,baby cakes,and your pussy is fucking loving every second of it,” I growl. “Wish you’d let my cock inside.”

“I want it,” she cries, but I ignore her. Of course she does, because I’m making her feel this way. But if I fuck her, this is forever. She needs to know that.

I’m not here to play around or do the casual sex thing either. I want this. I want her.

I fuck my fingers harder as she gasps and claws at my head, then I latch onto her clit and suck hard. She comes again with an intensity that makes me feel fucking proud.

Hearing her cry out, “Oh, God” and “Fuck, Fynn!” makes me cream in my pants.

I lap her up, licking her clean as she trembles from the aftershocks. Reaching for me, I grin, unable to wipe the fucking smile off my face.

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