Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,44
my fingers up her thigh until I reached her underwear. I pulled back, so I could see her eyes, and smirked at her as I snapped the fabric between my fingers.
“I own this pussy,” I whispered into her ear and played my fingers in her soaking wet folds. “The moment I broke your hymen, you were mine.”
“Only because I didn’t want my fate dictated by others,” she argued, and fuck me, if I didn’t love her sass even in the face of such a fucked-up situation.
“And you chose the more charming of two evils,” I teased, sliding two fingers inside her and watching her brown eyes blow to black with lust.
“I was damned whomever I chose.”
Her breath stuttered when I pulled away and unzipped my pants to tug out my steel cock. It visibly throbbed, weeping a pearl of precum just at the idea of being inside her again. Her little fingers tore at my shirt until it opened.
She brushed the piercing on my nipple, surprised by its existence. We knew so little of each other, but it was enough.
Around us, hidden by the curtain, the councilmen took their seats. A rush of heeled footsteps pattered across the floor, signaling their escorts had arrived.
I slotted my hot crown against Lily’s wet entrance and teased her by thrusting just the tip back and forth inside her. “At least this way, you’ll earn your spot in hell.”
And then, in one cruel thrust, I seated myself inside her.
Her yelp of lust-tinged pain echoed in throughout the room, prompting a low murmur of pleased voices from outside the curtain and a swell of applause.
Liliana’s virtue was long gone. All that remained was the corrosive, dangerous levels of desire swallowing us whole.
“Brace,” I warned her, voice low for only her to hear. “I plan to give these old perverts a show they won’t ever forget.”
Her nostrils flared, but her limbs wrapped around me almost as tightly as her pussy around my cock. “I want them to hear you make me cum.”
I groaned, shoving my face in her neck, so I could lick and suck at the salty skin there. My hand arrowed between our bodies, playing and pinching at her swollen clit.
She mewled and arched like a cat into my body, needing more.
I thrust shallowly, dragging the head of my cock against her front wall until she writhed and begged for more.
“You like my cock, don’t you, Lily?” Her moans drowned out my low murmurs. I squeezed the raspberry peak of her breast and thrummed my thumb against her clit. “You want to come all over me, don’t you?”
In answer, she threw her head back into the pillow, mouth pink and slack as she hissed then scream with pleasure and came apart all around me. I gritted my teeth at her walls clenched around me like a fist, desperate to fuck her hard through the climax while staving off my own.
I wanted to fuck her until that newly broken-in cunt was swollen closed with overuse.
“Bite me,” I ordered as she panted after coming. I pressed my wrist to her damp lips. “Do it, Lily.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Your death would hurt me more. Now, bite me.”
Her eyes flashed. She bared her little teeth and wrapped a hand around my wrist. I groaned, cock kicking. She tore into my skin, blood spilling over her lips.
Quickly, I pulled my hand away and smeared the blood between her thighs, against my dick as I held it halfway inside her wet heat, and across those pure white sheets beneath us.
“You bled for me,” I whispered into her ear when I’d finished. Red still glistened on her lips. I leaned down to lick it clean, kissing her deeply. “Now, I bleed for us.”
Her moan vibrated through our bloody kiss, her hips surging up against me, already eager for me.
“My slutty virgin,” I practically purred, dragging my cock out of her tight folds and savagely beating back into her. Again and again until sweat beaded on her crown and her legs shook. “My poisonous Lily loves to be fucked, don’t you?”
“Only by you.” She gasped when I hit that spot inside her that made her soar.
“You like my thick cock inside your snug cunt?” I needed to possess her in every way. Needed to hear how much she wanted me. To see if it was anywhere close to as much as I wanted her.
“Yes,” she chanted. I planted another bruise against the minute swell of her breast. “Yes, yes, yes.”