Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,42

her hand lazily—almost lackadaisically—caresses my balls.

“That we’re both fucked up?” she assesses with a wry grin.

“That I love you more than I ever thought possible.”

It’s as if my words were some sort of trigger—one second, she’s relentlessly teasing me, and the next, she’s climbed on top of me, lining her pussy up with my cock. Slowly, she lowers herself down, her pussy already wet, as desperate for me as I am for her.

We both groan at the initiation of contact, her pussy clenching around me like a fucking iron vise. Hurriedly, she unties my hands, as desperate for contact as I am.

“Ride me, baby.” I grip her hips as she leisurely, cautiously, begins to bounce herself up and down on my dick. At first, her movements are stilted, almost as if she needs a moment to familiarize herself with my body, but as the seconds drag on, her need for me—and my need for her—overpowers any previous shyness or insecurities. She fucks me with ruthless abandon, her tits bouncing as I flex my hips.

“Fuck, Des!” she cries as my hand sneaks up to cup her breast.

“You feel so fucking good,” I gasp, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust forward.

And this is why I’ve never been with another girl. No one could even come close to replicating this moment, this feeling, this sensation. My body trembles as if electricity is dancing beneath my skin.

“I’m going to come,” she warns as I twist her nipple harshly.

“Come for me, baby. Milk my big cock.”

My dirty words send her spiraling over the edge. She erupts with a scream, her nails digging into my chest until blood wells. My own hands are no doubt leaving bruises on her tan skin, but I can’t find it within me to give a damn. Emily often likes pain with her pleasure, and though I’ll never be Tate, I won’t hesitate to leave my mark on her.

“Fuck,” I moan, coming inside of her as she collapses on top of me. My body feels sluggish and heavy, as if the entire force of Earth’s gravity is pushing down on me.

She cuddles against my chest, her hot breath wafting against my neck.

“Dessy?” she whispers, sleep evident in her husky voice.

“Yes, my love?” I soothingly stroke up and down her back, my heart racing.

“Don’t pull away from me again,” she murmurs, and I know she’s seconds from losing herself to the seductive lulls of sleep.

I press a kiss to her sweaty forehead as her eyes flutter shut.

“Never,” I vow.

Now that I have Emily back, I’m going to keep her. I’ll do whatever’s necessary to ensure that this goddess doesn’t leave my side.

Chapter 16

I wake up to hot coffee trickling onto my face.

Wincing against the bite of pain, that somehow transitions into molten pleasure, I peel open one eye to see Sin hovering over my bed.

“Coffee for my lady?” He extends his hand, which holds an overflowing, steaming mug of liquid gold. It sloshes over the edge, once more burning my face.

“Dammit, Sin,” I grumble, accepting the cup. When hurt briefly flashes in his eyes, I sigh, leaning forward to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Thank you, my love.”

In response, he merely grabs my bare breasts and gives them both a squeeze.

“Why is the cumstain here?” Desmond’s sleepy voice sounds from the side of me where his naked body is sprawled halfway over mine. The blanket is pooled around his feet, allowing me an unrestricted view of his chiseled ass.

“Cumstain?” Sin appears affronted. “That’s rude.” Before I can stop him, he leans forward and slaps Desmond’s bare ass, laughing hysterically when my lover yelps.

“You fucker,” Des growls before turning towards me. The ice in his eyes immediately melts, replaced by a banked fire. His gaze indolently trails over my bare breasts—one of which Sin still fondles—and my disheveled sex hair.

“Hi,” I whisper softly, a blush staining my cheeks. That blush heightens into arousal when Sin cups my other boob and begins to flick my nipples.

“Hi,” Desmond replies with a cheeky grin. He lowers his gaze towards where Sin touches me, and the heat emitting from his eyes is impossible to deny. And honestly? My body is still tired from earlier, but it gives zero fucks. Actually, it wishes to give two fucks—Sin and Desmond both fucking me at the same time. Logic, am I right?

“What’s on the agenda today?” I question breathlessly as I take a sip of my coffee. Arsin remembered exactly how I like it,