Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,41
my cock brushing against her thigh, I begin to circle the feather around her right nipple, watching in rapt fascination as it beads even further.
“Desmond,” she moans, writhing on the bed, her inky black hair spilling around her like an obsidian halo.
“Shush, woman.” Smiling softly, struck by the enormity of my feelings for this woman, I slide the feather across her nipple before lowering it down her taut stomach. When it reaches her belly button, I pause, circling the puckered hole and reveling in the way her eyes flash. “Do you like this?” I whisper, leaning closer as I trail the feather up to her neglected left breast. I repeat the process from before—first using it to draw soothing circles around the areola, and then brushing it across the tight nub.
“Kiss me,” she whimpers, lifting her hands to tangle in my hair. I moan at the first taste of her lips, the sheer rightness of this moment. Here, with her, is where I belong. No one can ever take her from me again.
My earlier hesitancy returns as I prod the seam of her lips with my tongue. For a moment, I’m afraid she won’t respond to my advances, but she quickly proves my worries to be fruitless. She opens for me, her tongue immediately finding and tangling with my own. Her bare curves brush against the hard planes of my chest as we roll on the bed, ending with my back against the mattress and her body hovering over mine.
I take the opportunity to capture one of her dangling breasts in my mouth, pulling her nipple through my teeth.
“Fuck, Des!”
“I missed you,” I confess as I fondle her other gorgeous tit. “I didn’t even realize how much.”
“I missed you too,” she divulges, turning away from me to grab something off the floor. “I miss my partner in crime. We haven’t pulled a prank on Tate in…well…years.”
My smile widens at the thought of the little fucker. It was one of my favorite past times in the Realm of the Gods. Watching his pretty boy face turn red in anger never failed to make my day. And it usually ended in angry sex between Emily and Tate. Though sometimes, I was allowed to join in, pounding into her luscious ass while Tate took her pussy.
“What are you thinking?” I ask as she gently grabs my hands, dragging them above my head. “Change his shampoo with honey? Find his home and destroy all his Earthly possessions? Oh! We can switch out his underwear drawer with thongs.” Something tightens around both of my wrists, and my eyes widen comically when I realize the little temptress has tied them to the headboard using my very own belt. “Someone’s feeling kinky,” I tease with a smile, attempting to appear unaffected, though it’s kind of hard to do when my cock is literally throbbing.
“Shut up,” she growls as she kisses down the column of my throat. She reaches my chest and swirls her tongue around first one nipple and then the next. Instinctively, I buck my hips, each thrust putting my cock closer to her sweet pussy. Her hands slide down my arms and shoulders as her mouth reaches my belly button. Teasing me as I did her, she flicks her tongue out to lap at it.
“Baby,” I groan as she continues her descent, her breasts brushing against my skin with every kiss, nip, and lick.
She presses her lips to the inside of my right thigh and then my left, never touching me where I so desperately need her to.
“Is this really necessary?” I continue, not at all above begging. “Fuck!”
Maintaining eye contact, her tongue darts out to lick the head of my throbbing cock, no doubt tasting my pre-cum.
“Why are you punishing me?” I hiss through gritted teeth. “I thought you forgave me?”
“I do.” She begins to lick the vein on the side of my dick, her eyes never leaving my own. And damn if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “But do you?”
“Do I what?” I gasp, stomach muscles clenching as she takes the head of my cock in her mouth. Her other hand wraps around the base, using both her salvia and my pre-cum as lubrication.
She pulls away from my member with an audible slurp.
“Do you forgive yourself?” Her voice is almost tentative, like I’m a live wire about to swirl around in a violent circle, striking and sparking at anyone who comes too close.
“I think I realized something,” I confess as