Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen 2)

Dipping down, my mouth latched onto a tight red nipple. Fuck, she tasted of raspberry or strawberry… something. Whatever! It was fucking perfect.

Lilah’s hands slammed to my hair and began raking through the strands, pulling hard, making me go insane. She was loving it. Loving my mouth all over her body.

My woman was free, nothing in her eyes but lust. No holding back, no stupid prophet in her head telling her she was forcing me to sin. Just me and her and our fucking bed.

Running my hand down her stomach, I cupped her wet pussy, my finger pressing on her clit, a loud moan ripping from her mouth. Sliding my fingers down to her slit, I plunged my finger inside as I sucked her nipple harder, feeling her clamp around my finger, hungry for my cock.

Working her clit, I rubbed my fingers against her G-spot, Lilah’s breath showing me she was close.

Her pussy began clenching around my fingers. A flush crept up her skin, her breathing stopped, her mouth dropped, and her body went still.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Lilah called out, the moan sounding like fucking heaven as she came, her hands almost ripping out my hair as the first of today’s many orgasms coursed through her body.

Working my fingers slower, I brought her down from her high, her chest now heaving. Out of breath, her eyes slowly opened, an embarrassed smile on her perfect mouth.

“Feel good, baby?” I asked. Lilah nodded her head.

I pulled my fingers out and slowly, making sure I still had Lilah’s attention, put them in my mouth, licking at her wetness.

Lilah’s thighs clenched together as she watched me. Then suddenly, she stood up on her knees, pulling my fingers from my mouth, pressing her lips against mine, her tongue pushing inside to fight against mine.

Reaching up, I wrapped my hands in her short hair just as her shaky hand covered my denim-covered cock. Lilah swallowed a groan from my mouth as her soft-as-fuck fingers pulled down my zipper, my dick slapping to attention against my abdomen.

Breaking away, I drew back off the bed, and in a flash, my jeans were off and in a heap on the floor. Lilah was kneeling, watching me, and licking those fucking lips. Her soft skin was covered in scars, burns and that fucking bite scar from Micah. In spite of all that shit, she remained my fucking beautiful woman.

I walked to the edge of the bed, hair falling over my shoulder, and I fisted my cock. Lilah crawled forward, looking nervous, and I combed my hand through her hair.

“Can I… can I touch you?” Lilah requested, her voice breathy as she wrapped around me, pulling me in.

Letting go of my dick, I dropped my hand as Lilah timidly reached out, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, unable to meet. Her hand squeezed softly and began to move. Throwing my head back, I had to grit my teeth to stop from roaring out her name.

It felt good, so fucking good. Then her hand lowered and I felt a warm mouth gently slip over my tip. I swear I almost came right there, right then.

Snapping my eyes open, I found Lilah’s were locked on mine as she moved her mouth lower, tongue circling the tip of my cock.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so fuckin’ good,” I rasped out.

Lilah carefully, shyly, began to move her tongue faster and faster and faster until I couldn’t take no more.

Gripping her chin, I moved Lilah off my dick, her mouth all full and flush from all the motherfucking perfect sucking. “Lay on your back, baby,” I ordered, and smiling, Lilah did as I asked, her insane curves out on full show, that bare pussy looking too damn hard to resist.

Crawling on the bed, I hovered over Lilah until my lips brushed against hers and my dick ran up and down her wet pussy.

“I wanna take you raw, Li,” I said. “I got checked this week. I’m clean. Your blood came back from the hospital all clear, and they gave you a birth control shot. I want to feel that cunt of yours strangling my cock. Yeah?”

Lilah lifted her hand around the back of my neck and brought me to her lips. Her hips began to move. I broke away just as I was about ram my dick into her hot, wet pussy.

“Yes, Ky, please take me. All of me… without temptation.”

That was all the permission I needed, and fisting Lilah’s hair, I lined up my cock and thrust it into her pussy, filling her to the hilt.

A strangled moan rose from Lilah’s mouth. Her hands clamped onto my back and proceeded to rake my skin. Christ, it felt good, warm, wet, and fucking perfect.

My hips started to move, the feeling of her clenching around my cock driving me insane. Angling my head, I pressed my lips against hers and pumped even harder into her cunt. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and I swallowed every single one of her moans. I wanted to thrust in as deep as possible, wanted to mark her, have her as mine, to replace any fucking trace of that bastard Micah.

“Ky…” Lilah moaned as her hips worked in sync with mine. But I wanted more, I needed to see her come, had to watch her beautiful fucking face.

Rolling on my back, Lilah gasped as she straddled my hips, me still buried deep inside. Her hand planted on my chest and her blue eyes looked down at me in shock.

“Ride me, baby.” I growled my command as I lifted my hands to grip at her hips tightly.

Lilah’s head tipped back as I thrust within her. Her nipples were rock hard, her fat tits bouncing in rhythm. “Ky, that feels…” she murmured, trailing off into a long moan, that tongue of hers licking around her lips, her fingernails scratching my pecs.

Lilah’s hips began rolling harder, fucking instinct taking hold, and I stared at her flush face. Her eyes closed, and I groaned when my woman rode me even harder, picking up speed by the second.