Oh God.
Oh God, oh God, oh God!
It’s amazing. Heavenly. Like dipping your feet into a warm bath, like eating the most scrumptious cake, like … fuck.
Everything I ever wanted but could never ask for.
But now that I’ve felt what it’s like for a man to lick me, I am willing to beg.
He swirls around my pussy without holding back, taking in every inch of me, licking, sucking, groaning with delight.
“You taste divine, Kitten,” he murmurs against my flesh, licking me like he’s done it before.
I clutch the table so hard that my fingers dig into the wood, creating curls of pulp underneath my nails.
“Fuck,” I moan when he hits the spot.
I don’t know how he found it, but he definitely did.
Because I recognize this feeling anywhere.
I felt it when I lay down on the forest ground and touched myself after I dreamed about him. And then again when he asked me to show him.
It’s a feeling I can only describe as euphoria.
And it makes me want to push my thighs up to meet his mouth.
He licks and groans, leaning up to glance at me for a moment, a dirty smile forming on his face for a brief second, only for him to dive right back in again as though he can’t get enough.
Is this what it’s like? Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?
The unbearable wantonness? The wish to be ravaged and devoured by the one man who will destroy you?
I shiver in place as my body begins to ripple with lust, my pussy clenching as he laps me up like there’s no tomorrow.
Oh, God. I’m almost there.
“Fuck … Soren. I need … I need this,” I mewl, unable to hold back.
Suddenly, he leans away and scoots the chair back. When I look up, his fully erect cock almost tears his linen pants in half, so he rips it down over his bouncing cock, which glistens with pre-cum.
And I am momentarily struck in awe at how badly I want this man to take me whole.
And just how far I’ve gone to convince myself that I’m only doing this to get him to free me.
Fuck.
Chapter 32
Soren
Lust consumes me, and I can no longer contain my excitement. I need her … and she needs me. So I grab her legs and roll her over on the table, pulling down her legs so her pussy is ready for the taking.
I’ve never tasted anything more delicious than her pussy. It was so wet and begging me to fill it up. I can’t wait any longer, so I position myself behind her, pushing the tip against her pussy. It’s already soaking wet, and for some reason, I can’t stop myself from sliding a finger across and feeling that wetness.
But the sound she makes catches me off guard.
It’s ungodly. Carnal.
Is this … what she likes?
I licked her because of my own selfish desires because I wanted a taste of her juices, something I’ve never had the opportunity or permission to do.
But the way she responded to my tongue caught me off guard.
Almost like she … enjoyed a certain spot that wasn’t inside her.
Is there something she’s hiding from me?
I swipe my finger along her slit again, and she mewls with delight, so much so that it makes my cock bounce up and down. She didn’t have this reaction when I fucked her in the last cabin, so there must be something else.
I search around, feeling her up, sliding along her wetness until I find a small, round thing between her crevice that makes her knees buck and her body shiver.
So that’s what’s been making her yearn for me.
This little thing made her shiver when I touched it with my tongue, and now it almost makes her beg when I circle it with my finger.
“What is this?” I ask.
She looks up at me over her shoulder. “What?”
“Tell me,” I bark, maybe a little too angry, but I just want to know so I can use it.
“A … clit.” She almost swallows that last word. “It’s … sensitive. Like your penis.”
My eyes narrow. “Sensitive.”
Let’s see how sensitive.
I push her down onto the table with my hand and swipe her clit with my other. She clenches her thighs, a soft moan escaping her mouth, but I heard. I definitely heard.
This sound … it’s unfamiliar to me.
The small number of women ever put in the cells where I tortured people only ever cried or screamed. Their pain is all I remember. Just like the pain of men, it gave me power. An unquenchable thirst for violence.
But this? This is power on a whole different level.
This is the power to bring a woman to her knees.
And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t entice me to try out more.
So I swipe my thumb up and down her slit until the wetness starts to drip. I like how it feels, how she almost leans into my palm, desperate for more. And something about that is intoxicating beyond belief.