Page 57 of Heinous Crimes

I was seconds away from asking her if something was wrong, if it was too much that she felt like she needed to hit the brakes to slow us down, but then Giselle did something that made me speechless.

She tore off her sports bra, letting her tits bounce free.

Fuck.

I couldn’t hold back. I pulled her back in, colliding my mouth with hers once more before trailing kisses down to her neck. Her skin was a bit sticky and salty from her workout, but I didn’t give a shit. I’d never tasted something so sweet.

I needed her. God, did I need her more than I’d needed anything in my entire life. I needed her so badly I couldn’t think straight. My hands fell to her ass, cupping those perfectly round cheeks and hoisting her up somewhat so her bare chest was level with my face. I didn’t hesitate. I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking on the perky thing and making Giselle throw her head back and moan.

My cock was a steel rod in my pants, but I dutifully ignored it and its needs as I showered her tits with affection. I circled her nipple with my tongue before sucking on it again. The stimulation made her nipples pebble and harden, and that in turn drew a plethora of sounds from her slender throat.

She wove a hand in my hair as I moved my mouth to her other tit. She was as good as putty in my grip, moaning and writhing.

I did not skimp on the second tit. It was only after it received the same amount of attention that I pulled my mouth from it and moved us so that her back was now on the carpet and I was on top of her.

I needed her so badly. I needed her every which way. I’d been holding back for so long, because I didn’t want to push, didn’t want to make her feel like she had to. I’d tiptoed around her for so long, and now… now I understood this was always where I was meant to be.

Here, in her arms.

Here, with her beneath me.

Here, with a raging hard dick and a pussy that was waiting for me.

My fingers hooked around the elastic band of her shorts, and my lips neared her left ear as I murmured, “Please tell me I can take these off.” If she told me no, that I wasn’t allowed to yank them off her glorious legs, then I wouldn’t. It’d be a struggle, but I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want me to.

But, fortunately for the boner in my pants, Giselle did not stop me. She nodded, and that was that.

I tore those shorts off her faster than I’d ever taken off a piece of clothing before, exposing her exquisite, beautiful body to me. She lay there, breathing hard, her dyed-black hair a dark halo around her head. Her round tits were on full display, the nipples still pebbled and pointed after their little spotlight.

But as beautiful as she was, as gorgeous as every other part of her was, one area in particular called my attention, and my gaze fell to it the moment I spread her legs wide.

Her pussy sat waiting behind two slick folds of skin, and I licked my lips before lowering myself to that apex. I wrapped my hands around her outer thighs, and then I got to work, feasting on the girl I’d been dreaming about for so long.

Giselle moaned when my tongue lapped at her folds. She squirmed when it circled and flicked her clit. She told me what she liked and what she loved with the type of moan she gave me.

She was fucking delicious. Magnificent. Addicting in every way. I devoured her like a man on death row annihilating his last meal. Savoring every second while never having enough. She was the only thing I needed right now, the only thing that could make me feel better, and if I had my way, I’d make her feel the same.

Her thighs tightened somewhat around my head, and her hips began to rock. I took that as a sign she was close to coming, and I went at her harder. I pulled her pussy lips aside so I could lick a straight line from her slick entrance to her swollen clit, and then I focused all of my attention on that tiny nub of flesh. I pushed and pushed until her body spasmed around me, and then I pushed some more.

Giselle came with a loud cry, her back arching as her clit spasmed under my tongue, slowly pulsating again and again. How badly I wished I could’ve pulled back and watched her unravel, but alas, I could not be in two places at once, so I remained firmly planted between her legs.

She reached for my head and pulled me away from her apex, her pupils dilated in desire. “Take off your clothes,” she practically begged me. “Take them off now.”

“Aye-aye, Captain.” I mock-saluted her before I realized how stupid I was being, and I gave her a sheepish look, along with a shrug. She only laughed.

Hey, at least she didn’t take it back. She could’ve. She could’ve told me I was too stupid to sleep with.

I pulled off my shirt and then worked on everything else. It was only when I was seconds from freeing my aching cock when I realized something. “Are you—”

“I have an IUD,” she spoke with a sultry grin, “so we’re good to go. Now hurry up and get back down here.”

Well, how could I stare that naked, gorgeous creature in the eye and take my time? There was no such thing as taking your time while knowing you were moments from burying yourself in the girl you’d wanted for so long.

The moment I freed myself, I came down upon her. I wasted no time at all. Her legs were already spread, that tight cunt ready and dripping with arousal for me. The tip of my cock oozed a bit of precum, and I got in position, ready to feel what it was like to be buried inside Giselle’s sweet cunt.

Our stares locked the moment I pushed inside of her, filling her body up for the first time. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she moaned, but I did not dare close my eyes. I watched her face as I pumped in and out of that tight, warm cunt, watched as her face twisted in pleasure when I hit her just right. I took every part of her in, memorizing every single detail.

“Oh, God, Giselle,” I managed to say, dipping my head lower, not quite able to lean my forehead against hers. “You feel so good. Fuck.” It’s like I was feeling for the first time. Like anything else in my past had been nothing compared to this, to her. Any other girl I was with paled in comparison.