Chapter 5

Kyda POV

“God, you’re perfect,” he sighed and lunged at me.

He pulled my dress over my head, taking my breast into his mouth and flicking my nipples with his tongue until they were hard. He reached around me, pulled my underwear to the side, and slipped his fingers inside me. "Hmmm, so warm and wet." I pushed my pussy down onto his fingers, surprising him and myself.

Oh, God! Please, I whispered in his ear.

He sighed and leapt at me, saying, "God, you're perfect."

After pulling my dress over my head, he took my breast in his mouth and used his tongue to flick my nipples until they hardened. He wrapped his arms around me, moved my panties aside, and inserted his fingers inside of me. So warm and damp, hmm. I surprised both him and myself by pushing my pussy down onto his fingers.

"Oh my God!" I whispered in his ear.

"Please," I begged him. Not sure what I wanted him to do, but I wanted him to do something soon.

I could hear how wet I was as he pushed his fingers in and out. He continued until I cried out with pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth, sucking my juices off.

I stared in anticipation and awe as he hooked his arms under my thighs and yanked my body down, positioning me for further use. Her thighs were spread wide. His fingers once again found home inside her. She had never felt passion this intense, this consuming. He couldn’t get enough of her. His ferocity was almost frightening—almost. But excitement won over.

Now it's his turn to put out the flames between my legs. My hot body shivers as he gently licks my pussy lips.

His tongue knows its way, and it ignites my clits. When he inserts one of his fingers and then two inside of me after having rubbed it all around, it drives me mad. I can feel the soft, warm, and wet walls of my vagina enclosing him. No doubt I can feel my climax just around the corner.

“I want you to come for me.” He commanded, his voice heavy with lust

A sweet, warm ache formed in her core. Wetness squirted forward, uncontrollable, as I came and soaked his face and fingers.

“Good girl. Let it go,” he cooed before kneeling and sucking the lust from its source. He ravenously tongued my folds, keeping me forever suspended in orgasm.

He sucked my juices from his fingers, then shoved them into my mouth in a demonstration of dominance. How could something so filthy make her feel so desired and wanted?

I was at a loss but never wanted it to end. His free hand pinned my head back, forcing my gaze on his.

Our mouths met once more as he went back to work, stroking the inside of my cunt. I did my best not to lose myself in the pleasure, but wave after wave rushed over my body, and I went limp.

He unzipped my dress, and the tantalizing sound of a zipper falling filled the small space. He explored the dip of my stomach, just below the belly button, and down to the very edge of my aching clit. I opened my body to him. He could have it. Every inch. I’d needed this for so long. My cheeks flushed as his fingers found my slick slit again.

“Please,” I begged. His fingers had been marvelous, but my body craved to be filled with something more.