She gave the monster in me unlimited access to her.
I craved and craved, and she let me eat and eat.
Story dragged her nails up and down my thighs. “Please.”
I grabbed her wrists, holding them in one hand, and pulled her off the ground just a little. So her thighs would burn.
So her breathing would get fast and rocky the way I liked.
And so I could get to her ass.
“Tell me what you want, Story,” I said, hiking up the tulle of her dress to slide one finger in her ass.
She exhaled a steamy sigh, going cross-eyed. Fuck, I liked her like this—suspended by her wrists, her ass mine to use.
Her head fell to my thigh, saliva dripping down my flesh.
Her wide, walnut eyes opened, begging for more.
“What do you want?” I thrust another finger inside her and she arched on a cry. “Say it.”
“Fill me up,” she groaned. “Rip apart my soul. Make me bleed with you. So I can feel you inside me forever.”
Fucking. Perfect.
Still fucking her ass, I dropped her hands, forcing her to hold on to my thigh if she wanted me to keep fucking her.
She did.
She clung to me, nails biting into my naked flesh.
I gripped her bottom lip, exposing her teeth. “I’m going to consume every inch of you. You’re going to bleed for me. Every fucking drop. Until I decide you’re done.”
I would remind her who owned her heart. Who she bled for. Who she begged for. West had tormented her soul for too long.
That’s my spot.
I shoved her off my leg and she fell back, legs falling open. Soft and fluffy fabric bunched around her waist, giving just the barest, tempting glimpse of her perfect pussy.
I dragged my hand across my jaw.
Fucking. Dangerous.
I reached for my discarded pants, grabbing what I’d stolen from Gemma. Her eyes grew to saucers when she saw it. “I told you, little wife. You’d need lube for this.”
I crooked a finger, letting her know to come to me. She crawled to me like a cat along the marble, her tits swinging—bigger now, after having Sonnet. Story climbed on top of me and I circled my thumb around her nipples as tulle fell around us, the feathery fabric building a cloudy bubble just for us.
I dragged the head of my cock up and down her pussy, stopping at her ass. She swallowed, mouth parting.
“Are you scared, Snitch?”
“A little,” she whispered raggedly against my lips. “You’re so big and I’ve never done this.”
I squeezed a large amount of lube onto my finger. “So we’ll go slow. At your pace, little wife.”
I found her beneath the ivory netting, teasing my pointer finger along her ass. She gripped my shoulders, and I slipped inside her. She let out the most aggravatingly sexy whimper. Her eyes grew, then drooped, locked on me. There it was again. That bottomless well.
“More,” she whispered against my lips.