Page 79 of A Love Most Fatal

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Page 79 of A Love Most Fatal

I know that this never works in movies, thejust one time to get it out of their systems, but I am convincing myself as I press messy kisses on her chest that by some miracle, this will be enough.

There is no slow seduction here, nothing smooth about me in this moment. For all the time I secretly fantasized about what this would be like, I am a needy mess now.

Her hands snaking up my torso and around my neck, into my hair, make me feel out of control. I am buzzing, breathing her name into her skin as I kiss and touch her.

I’ve never had less finesse in my life, but she’s reacting in kind.

“Please,” she whispers, and I guess I’m not the only needy one here. “Please touch me, Nate. Now.”

I am taken aback and also a bit sick with power at her asking so nicely for me to touch her pussy.

“You’re perfect,” I breathe, which only makes her squirm more. I give in to her pleas, because she did ask so nicely, and I think if I don’t sink a finger into her heat in the next minute, my heart will stop.

Her lips are wet and slick, and I slide my fingers through them, circling around her clit for a moment before pressing my middle finger inside of her.

My vision goes white.

“Holy shit, Vanessa,” I say, and she just moans. I press another finger inside and I have to close my eyes before I come at the sight of her face scrunched up in pleasure. I really might. I am 19 again, touching a girl for the first time, but this time it’s a mafia goddess instead of someone I met at a party.

“Nate,” she moans, her voice so high like a whine.

It’s another piece of her, another hidden gem given to so few.

“Tell me what you like,” I say, and add a third finger to her wet center. She groans. “Tell me.”

“This,” she says. “And more, please. More.”

I drop my face right next to her ear. “Can I taste you? Please say yes.”

Her breath catches in her throat, and I push my fingers in more forcefully. “Yes,” she groans. “Yes, anything.”

I kiss my way down her body and shimmy these flimsy shorts off her hips before looking at the pussy my fingers had just been pumping into. Through my sweats, I grab the base of my cock to keep myself in check.

I again squeeze my eyes shut for a moment as to not really embarrass myself.

It’s perfect and dark pink, and so, so wet. She’s not waxed or shaved bare, which thrills me. She’s neatly trimmed and spread wide open for me. It’s another secret, this level of grooming that’s just for herself and, again, I feel like the smuggest, luckiest man on the planet that I get to see it, get to taste it. I’ve won some sort of karmic lottery to be in bed with Vanessa Morelli.

As is everything with her, I dive in with zero finesse.

My tongue is probing into her instead of teasing, it’s like I’ve never done this before, but she groans and writhes anyway, and I keep up my ministrations.

I suck her clit into my mouth, and it makes her legs shake around my shoulders.

I’m at my task for minutes, my cock is as hard as it has ever been at the moans she’s making and just savoring the taste of her when I can tell she’s close. So close, I can sense it in her body’s movements, in the way her breaths are tight and fast, shallow in her throat.

But as she gets closer still, something breaks and she’s not quite there. This happens a few times, and I can tell she’s retreating, just a bit, embarrassed or frustrated or both.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “It’s—you don’t have to?—”

“No, baby,” I cut her off. “Tell me what you need.”

Her throat moves as she swallows looking down at me, and I keep my face between her legs.

“Your fingers,” she says. “And your tongue on my clit. I need both,” she admits, and I grin before diving back in. Her cunt squeezes around my fingers as I fuck them into her while rubbing my tongue against her clit.

“That,” she gasps, and her hips start shaking, fucking herself on my fingers and my tongue.

“Holy shit,” I say, and she only groans louder. Her hands are gripping the comforter on either side of her, though I can tell she wants to hold my hair. I grab one of her hands and put it on my head, where she immediately holds on tight.




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