Page 94 of Whistleblower
“Okay, turn over,” I say, dead set on fucking her from behind until she finds her release. But instead of following instructions obediently as she’s done for the past hour, she grabs my cheeks and forces me to look at her again.
“You’re a terrible negotiator.” Her honey-sweet tone does not match the urgent clamp she has around my jaw. I’m beginning to understand why she likes it rough. Her demanding grip causes my cock to twitch against her belly. “Why ask for what you already have?”
I’m lost for words as I study every inch of her face, trying to memorize this moment. Either Eden is my reward for a life dedicated to a worthy crusade. Or she is my punishment for a life of killing—just a teasing taste to show me what I turned my back on all those years ago. I can’t explain why suddenly a normal life next to this woman who is the most luminous light, seems far more heroic than chasing monsters in the shadows.
“I think I—”
“Shh, Linc.” She strokes my cheek. “Don’t rush it. We have time. Right now, just fuck me and make me feel good. You’re the only one who’s ever done it right.”
Scooping the underside of her knee, I trap her bent leg against my forearm, putting her pink, needy, dripping-for-me pussy on display. I can’t help but stare at the perfection. She closes her eyes, scrunching her face like she’s uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” But she tries to close her legs as her cheeks redden with embarrassment.
I smile as I use the pointer and middle finger of my free hand to spread her crease. She melts in mortification over the attention. “Eden, don't be embarrassed. They should write poetry and ballads about your pussy. It is the fucking most beautiful thing in the world. It feels…” I blow out a breath and pinch my eyes shut like I’m lost for words as I try to describe the eighth wonder of the world to a blind man. “Perfect doesn’t do it justice, baby.”
Maneuvering my hips, I position my cock and nudge against her entrance, letting the slickness from her crease coat me. She’s so wet. For me. All for me.
“It’s almost a shame no man besides me will ever get to feel this pussy again.”
She screams as I plunge into her and this time I don’t stop her. Sing for me. With her pinned in this position, I know I’m in so deep, bumping against that place that makes her go feral. A few thrusts and I feel her clenching again so I hold my hand up against her throat.
“Is this what you want?”
She’s gasping too hard to respond with words, so she nods eagerly instead.
“Show me your hands,” I command and she wiggles her fingers in the air. “What do you do if it gets to be too much and you can’t talk?”
“Tap your arm.”
“Good girl.” I wrap my hand around her throat firmly but not with near enough pressure to actually starve her of air. She knows the rules, I won’t cause her pain but I’ll play all her kinky games for fun.
I bury into her with uncontrollable, animalistic need until her thighs begin to tremble. “Eden you’re mine.” I pump my hips harder. “Say it.”
She continues to gasp and pant but ignores me, so I pull out and let go of her throat.
“No. What are you doing? Don’t stop,” she whines as she arches her back and bridges her hips, trying to guide me back in.
“You want my dick?”
She narrows her eyes as she nods at me. “Yes.”
“Then say you’re mine now. Only mine.”
She quickly snatches up my cock in her fist and pulls me back toward her entrance. “I’ve always been yours, Linc. Since the day we met. Now, it’s my birthday so fuck me.”
“I want to hear it when you come,” I growl. Freeing her leg, I wrap my arms around her back, entangling her before I drive us both into the mattress until I feel her toes curl as she wraps her legs around my waist. She screams, obediently. It’s an ear-splitting, glass-shattering wail as she explodes for me. After a few moments of riding the wild waves of her orgasm, I feel the familiar storm in my balls brew to fruition. I groan as I empty into her.
There’s no space between our bodies. We’re glued together with tears, sweat, and cum, feeling every twitch, jerk, spasm, and then, finally, the deep breaths of relief.
I roll us over to the side, our stomachs still locked together. I grab a handful of her fleshy ass as I kiss her hot, cherry-red lips—she’s wearing that lipstick that I like.
“How was that? Birthday worthy?”
“Beyond worthy. By far the best I’ve ever had,” she says, pairing it with a low hum of satisfaction. “In fact, you earned this.”
I nuzzle the tip of her nose with mine. “Earned what, Precious?”