Page 62 of Scribe

I was in heaven.

Scribe kissed down my neck until his mouth was near my ear.

“I’m going to make you scream my name, Princess, as I suck, lick and devour your wet pussy. Then I’m going to shove my dick into your tight cunt and make you mine forever,” he whispered the sensual threat as my body shivered in desire.

Well, okay then.

No need to tell me twice.

Sign me up.

Let the games begin!

Kissing his way down my body, I gave into him as every kiss, every nibble, every bite washed away all my fears. The man could be a mass murderer and I wouldn’t give a shit.

At this moment, my body belonged to him and no one else.

However, when his tongue swept through my wet folds, I cried out, “OH FUCK ME!”

I heard him chuckle. “Oh, I plan to. Several times.”

Gulping, he reached under my thighs, grasping them snuggly, and smirked. “Hold on to something, baby, because you are about to fly.”

Gripping the bed sheets, I watched as he lowered his head before latching onto my clit as his wicked tongue slid right into my pussy.

“Oh, fuck yes!”

Euphoria.

That was the only word that came to mind as he took his time eating his fill of me. A sensational frenzy washed over me as crazed delirium took over my body, demanding something just out of my reach. It was right there; I could see it and almost touch it. I could feel it as it began to wrap around me and when I gave into the feeling, stars burst behind my eyes, blinding me.

He gave no quarter as he continued his assault, until I was damn near hysterical, begging, pleading with him to stop, when another sensational rush of ecstasy washed over me.

Slowly moving back up my body, I felt his hard cock rub against my leg.

When he looked down at me and quietly asked, “Are you sure?”

I blinked twice.

I’d never felt so sure of anything before in my life. I nodded, never looking away.

“Because once I’m inside you, you are mine forever, Princess.”

“Forever.”

“You on the pill, baby?”

“No.”

Scribe said nothing else as he leaned over towards his nightstand, opening the top drawer as he pulled out several foiled packets. “Not ready for babies.”

I blushed. “Me either.”

Ripping it open, he quickly sheathed himself before positioning his cock at my entrance.

Once in place, he brought his hands back up to either side of my head, staring into my eyes.

“Just relax, baby,” he crooned.

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