My Beautiful Poison (Wicked Poison 1)

She moans into my mouth but refuses to break contact.

Jesus, can she kiss.

Why did I wait so long?

Because I knew I would become addicted.

Is one taste ever enough?

I’m obsessed with the girl whose eyes are as black as the night sky and a voice that entrances me.

Her hands grip the back of my neck hard, her nails digging into my skin, but I don’t stop her.

She’s the first woman I’ve been with for a long time. So rushing it is not something I want to do. And I had made my mind up it wouldn’t be with her.

I place Rylee on my couch. She lets go of my neck, unhooks her legs from my waist, and pulls her T-shirt dress over her head. She’s wearing no bra and only a pair of black lace panties.

Her lips are pink with need, and she bites her bottom one as she stares at me. I reach for my shirt, pulling it over my head, and kick off my shoes.

“Only sex.”

She doesn’t answer.

“Rich girl, tell me you heard me.” My hands pause on my belt buckle.

She sits up, her tits are bigger than I thought they were, and I want to fuck them, along with every other part of her body.

She reaches for my jeans and pulls my cock out, her soft hands choking it ever so perfectly before she leans forward and places her tongue on the tip. She circles and then in one swift movement, like she was made for me, she takes me fully into her mouth, her hand at the bottom pumping while her other fondles my balls.

Reaching for her hair, I grip tight, not directing because she clearly doesn’t need that but to hold the fuck on for dear life.

It doesn’t take long for me to explode, and I’m glad it was in her mouth for my first time, rather than her pussy.

Because that pussy, well that, I plan to fuck all fucking night.

She wipes her mouth and pulls back. Her smirk is well and truly in place as she stands in front of me, my jeans now kicked off somewhere in between everything that’s happening.

“I heard you,” she states. “But you may become addicted.” She winks and pulls me down so I am sitting on the couch.

My hands touch her back and slide up. Fuck, her skin is like silk. Wrapping my hands around her as she comes to sit on me, my cock instantly hardens as I feel her wet heat. I kiss her neck, and she drops her head back and starts sliding over me. My cock is not in her pussy, but I’m very much enjoying the feeling of her slick warmth rubbing along my shaft.

She lifts her hands and runs her fingers through her hair as I lean forward and kiss my way to her tits. And just as I thought, they taste so fucking sweet.

I like that she thinks she has control, and I’m allowing her to think that because I don’t know her well enough to know her limits. So I let her glide herself against me until she stops. When I move my mouth away from her tits, I slip my hand down between us, positioning my cock for her to slide on.

She licks her lips, then she slowly drops down, taking it at her own pace, her pussy clenching around my cock.

I’m amazed I don’t come again. Instead, I lean forward and grip her to me tight, and stand with her, while she wraps her arms around me, then walk her to the counter. Pulling her hands free, I lay her down so her bare back is on the countertop and skim my hand up between her breasts to her neck and give it a slight squeeze to keep her in place.

“Do you want me to fuck you, rich girl?” I lean forward, pinning her in place, and bite her nipple.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Tell me, rich girl. Tell me you want me to fuck you.” It takes everything in me not to slam into her right now. Not to fuck her until we are both sore and unable to move.

I started having sex at fifteen with a girl who most would consider was from the wrong side of town. She was older and knew so much more than me. Then, when I was sixteen, I moved on to a different type. Older women. I liked to fuck older women. They knew what they wanted and didn’t ask for anything more.

It was easy.

So easy.

Rich girl is not going to be easy.

No, when I glance down into those devil-worshipping eyes, I know she’ll be anything but easy.

“Fuck me, August.”

I smirk at her words.

No Auggie this time.

So, I do as she says. I hold her in place and fuck her cunt until she’s screaming with everything she has.