Page 98 of Wicked Little Lies

“Fuck, Cat. You are so fucking good. But this isn’t enough.”

Using my fingers that are coiled in her hair, I yank her off my cock and shove her back. She lands on her ass.

As amazing as that was, I don’t want to come yet. A day is a year too long not to be inside her. On her. And even though she wants Jac, too, she still belongs to me as much as him, and I’ll take it and more. I’ll take what I can get.

She served herself up on a platter, and I’m about to lick that platter clean.

I drop down, push her on her back, and I grab her head so I can kiss her brutally. I fuck her mouth with my tongue. I bite herlip and lick her throat. Then I move to kneel over her, knees on either side of her arms, so that I can grab her head and fuck her mouth all over again. Just a few more deep pumps to bring me to the edge again.

When I pull her off, I tilt her head so that she’s looking directly at me through eyeliner smeared eyes.

“Do you belong to me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Don’t fucking forget it.” I let her go, moving again, and shove her legs apart. Everything in me is alive for her, burning, my cock sparking.

She half sits up to grab me, but I don’t let her.

I shove her back down so she’s flat on the floor and pick up her legs. Throwing her knees over my shoulders, her ass lifts off the floor, and I dive in, eating her with a savagery that lights all those places inside that I crave. She’s almost folded in half, my arms wrapped around her middle to hold her in place, while I feast on her cunt.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit!” she gasps. “Hendrick!”

God, I’ve missed her. She’s hot and wet and fucking delicious, and my finger circles her asshole as her thighs clamp around my head with a death grip. She’s going to come soon. I can sense it. So, I push my finger a little deeper while sucking and biting at her clit, her lips, then switching back to her clit.

Magdalena’s back arches as she cries out. No words, just needful sound, and I assault her clit with my tongue in a way where it’s too much and not enough, where she doesn’t know if she needs to escape or beg me for more.

Then she comes hard, her cry keening and loud. Her convulsions and strong spasms against me are perfection, but I don’t stop. I can’t.

In the middle of her orgasm, I flip her so that she’s on her knees. With one hand on her hip, I guide my cock and plunge into her, deep, savage, from behind.

Then I push her shoulders and upper torso to the floor, her ass is high, cunt open, so that it stretches around me and allows me to slam balls deep into her over and over.

Each thrust makes her cry out in a guttural, pagan way, the sound like ancient music. The need timeless. She’s still pulsating, still coming and she’s pushing back to meet me thrust for thrust now. Pushing back hard.

I grit my teeth, holding back the release, and I hitch her hips higher, not bothering to ask if she wants to use her word, not asking if I’m too deep, or if it hurts.

Part of me, that sadistic part I don’t often let see the sun, is flooding through all my motor drives, and I need this. I need deep. I need her to feel a little pain, the good stuff.

My gorgeous Cat is already beyond tight, but I hammer into her with such force that she shifts along the floor. She’s moaning, her fingers opening and closing on the ground as each thrust from me shoves her along the tile.

Cat doesn’t even fight back. She’s mine, to use, to take from, give to.

As she moans, a coherent word forms.

“More…”

Stretched out, slurred, but she says more, and I give it.

I bite my fingers into her hips, move my knees so they’re either side of hers, pushing her legs shut, making her so fucking tight, she’s massaging my cock no matter if I’m pushing or pulling almost all the way out.

Her spasms rock her with the ongoing orgasm that squeezes the fuck out of my cock. I throw my head back, praying so whichever god that’ll listen to help me stay in this a little longer. She’s heading down, deeper into the center of her orgasmicstorm; she’s going to have a full body explosion, and I want to ride it through with her.

I stare down at the lewd feast of her cunt wrapped around me, her hole clinging to my shaft. I can see the inner ring tight and clinging, too. When she moans louder, almost screams as her convulsions pick up, her cunt begins to gush, liquid pushing out from tightness around me.

Fuck, she’s coming so hard, she’s basically squirting, giving me the lubrication to move in that beyond tight tunnel even faster, harder. It’s gorgeous.

Then she screams so fucking loud, her entire body seizes and my control shatters. Grunting, I slam once more into her as my balls turn into tight high things of electricity. From my toes to the tip of my cock, I’m buzzing and the pressured pain bursts into a firestorm of pleasure.

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