“Anything I want.” I grin.
Since arriving here, I’ve just been pent up with need, my aggression and possessiveness overshadowing and taking over my most basic instincts, making it hard for me to slow down for anything.
I have yet to go down on her, mainly because it’s not something I often do. Eating pussy out is reserved for lovers, those you care about. Anytime I had sex, it was to get my dick wet and nothing else.
However, I find myself wanting to taste Fallon now. I want to be feasting on her pussy, take my time, and savor every morsel like it’s my last meal. Savor her.
Bracing myself on my knees, I place a hand against her knee and gently push her legs apart. I nearly groan. She’s wet for me. Her folds glisten with arousal.
“You want me?” I ask, even though the evidence is right in front of me.
“Yes… but I want…” She looks away, almost bashfully.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I command and grab her by the chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. She can hide from the rest of the world, but she cannot hide from me. “You have no reason to be shy now. Tell me what you want.”
Her lips press into a thin line, and she seems to hesitate before opening her mouth to speak again. “I was thinking maybe. This time you could be gentle with me.”
Is she asking me to make love to her? That’s almost laughable, almost. And I say almost because looking at her face, at the flicker of fear in her eyes, I know that’s exactly what I need to do. I haven’t made love in a very long time.
All I know how to do is fuck. No kissing, no slow and steady. No passion or sweetness.
Fucking. Plain and simple.
“Why?” I stare at her for a long second, and she gazes back at me cautiously, half expecting me to tell her no, I’m sure.
“I just… it would be nice,” she explains. Nice? Nothing about me is nice.
I consider her request. She hasn’t asked for much since I brought her here, and she is not asking for much now. Could I do slow? Could I give her this, or am I so far gone? I’m honestly, not sure.
“Are you asking me to make love to you?” My voice comes out thick.
Her throat bobs. “No. I don’t think you’re capable of such a thing but slow. Slow, I think you can do.”
I grin devilishly. “You underestimate me, sweetheart.”
Giving her no warning, I shove her shirt up to her abdomen and toss them over my shoulder
Her breath catches in her throat at the swift action. I drop to my stomach in front of her. Shoving my way between her creamy thighs, I lift her by the ass and bring her pussy to my face.
It’s smooth, velvety even, minus a tuft of hair that resembles a landing strip. My cock twitches in my sweats at the sight. Arousal coats her folds, glistening in the morning light, and I’m ravaged. Completely fucking ravaged.
Leaning forward, I bury my face between her folds, my fingers digging into her ass, holding her right where I want her as her scent and sweet arousal fuel me.
Forcing myself to slow, I trace her pussy with my tongue, loving the little gasps and whimpers that elicit from her pretty mouth. I can’t wait to listen to her scream, to tell me exactly who she belongs to. Mine.
“Who do you belong to?” I growl between her folds, alternating between licking and nipping at her swollen clit.
Fallon’s hands fist the sheets, and her hips buck upward, seeking pleasure she knows only I can give her.
“You.” I reward her by moving down to her entrance and tonguing her pussy. I swirl the tip of my tongue around the outside and dip in and out until I know she can’t take it another second.
She’s so wet now, I can feel her arousal on my face, and I love it, want more of it.
“Markus… please… oh god, please,” she cries into the quiet room, pleading for her release, and I’m more than grateful to give it to her.
Parting her folds, I flutter my tongue against her clit and dig my fingers into her ass, holding her in place, so she can’t escape me. Driven by the need to make her come and explode against my tongue, I devour her.
“Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop…”
I’m merciless in my assault, and all it takes is a few seconds for Fallon to crest. Her tiny hands release the sheet and make their way into my hair. Using her nails, she digs them into my scalp and holds my head in place. Lifting her hips, she literally grinds her pussy against my mouth like she can’t get enough, and I almost chuckle. When I’m between her legs, the world around us falls away. Nothing matters except the joining of our bodies.