Page 74 of Poisoned Pawn
Hooking an arm under each thigh, I lean down, pushing her legs back and taking in the sight of her glistening pussy. The scent of her arousal is like a fucking drug drawing me in. She raises herself to her elbows, locking eyes with me as my head lowers. I lick my lips, ready for a taste of fucking heaven, then swipe my tongue up her slit. It’s not heaven. It’s something wholly otherworldly, and my eyes roll at the sweet oblivion.
Standing up, I shove my trousers and pants down and grip my cock with an iron fist, tugging at it viciously. A bead of precum wets the tip, building with each stroke of my hand, weeping to be inside her.
“Touch yourself. Show me how you fuck your pussy with your fingers,” I hiss, slowing my hand on my cock as her fingers slide through her slit, parting her swollen lips, then slowly pushing inside herself.
She pumps in and out, her pace gradually building until her stomach muscles clench with the first sign of her orgasm.
“Fuck me!” I groan.
I rip her hand away before she can come, holding her wrist as I step forward and drive my cock inside her, forcing a cry from her lips. As I pull out and slam back in, I bring her fingers to my mouth. They are coated in her juices; her sweet, sweet fucking nectar. I wrap my lips around them, swirling my tongue and sucking them deep as I pound into her.
“Mine!” I bite out, letting her hand fall to the bed and watching her fingers curl into the duvet as I fuck her. Driving deeper with each thrust and hitting her cervix.
My hands grip behind her knees, pushing her legs back till her toes touch the bed behind her head. My balls smack against her arse with every thrust, and I can feel the tight walls of her cunt begin to squeeze my dick.
“Are you ready, Star?” I ask, her back arching and head tilting her chin upwards. I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it like it’s my life force, and laving my tongue across it. “You ready for me to fill your cunt with my cum? You ready to milk me fucking dry while I imprint my name on your insides?”
“Yes! Yes, fucking do it!” she pants, her chest heaving and eyes locked on mine.
My balls draw up tight as her walls clench around me, and she starts to moan, breath hitching.
“Oh… Oh… Fuck!” she cries out as she comes apart on my cock.
“That’s it. Take my dick like the good girl you are. You fucking love it. Crave it. Own it!” I can’t hold back any longer. “Good…fucking…girl!” I roar with each thrust, sinking myself to the very core of her and pumping my cum inside her.
My head drops to her chest, and I can hear her heart beating like a drum inside her.
“Shit. I think you broke me,” she puffs out on a chuckle.
Raising my head, I take in her flushed cheeks and beautiful smile.
“Nah, I think it’s you that broke me, princess,” I say, then kiss her. Showing her what I couldn’t say just like she asked me to.
Voices grow louder downstairs, and I know our time is up.
Aidan is here.
She breaks the kiss having heard it too. Her face scrunches in concentration for a second before she realises who it is.
“Oh fuck! Is that…” Her words trail off as I place a finger to her lips.
“Don’t say it,” I tell her, then slowly pull out of her as I stand. Holding out my hand to her, she takes it and sits up.
She frowns as worry replaces the smile from moments ago. She goes to step past me, but I stop her with an arm around her waist, pulling her back against me.
“Hey,” I whisper in her ear and running a hand down her bare stomach to her pussy dripping with my cum. “Stop worrying.” I swirl my finger through our juices, circling her clit. Her head falls back against my shoulder. “I told you. You are fucking mine! He’s not going to hurt me.”
The moment is broken as she spins in my arms. “You knew he was coming here?”
“Yes. He was at Koda’s house.”
She shoves me away. “So that’s what all that was about,” she says pointing to the bed. “Some sort of macho fucking bullshit.”
I step into her, snatching her chin. “Fuck no. It was me realising just who we are facing. Me realising that for only the second time in my life someone else’s life matters more than my own. Did I not make myself clear enough for you? ‘Cause if you need a fucking reminder, I’m ready. I’ll gladly fuck you till the message is branded on your fucking skin. My touch will be your brand. You remember me telling you that?”
“I remember,” she whispers, tears filling her eyes.
“I’ve never said those three words to anyone bar one. My sister Erica. They were easy because she’s my sister, Star. But with you… Damn. They stick in my throat and choke me every time I think about them because admitting them makes you vulnerable, a target. They mean my soul isn’t as damned as I thought. But it’s a soul that will turn black as coal and spark a fire that will burn for eternity if it loses what it lives for.” I cup her face as tears paint a path down her cheeks, brushing them aside with my thumbs.