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Story: Bloody Wedding
Adrian dives right in. The curls on my pussy doesn’t bother him. The fact that I probably should’ve shaved a couple of days ago but didn’t… he couldn’t care less. Within seconds, he’s already screwed up the unsaid ‘no hand’s mandate since he’e using his fingers to open my pussy wide as he devours it, but as the pleasure washes over me, I can’t find it in me to care.
Adrian was must first in this, too. It wasn’t often that we had enough time where he could spread me out and lazily feast on my pussy, but I remember the few times he did even now. But this… I try not to think about how many other woman he ate out to make him this impressive at the act, but, God, does he know what he’s doing.
Within minutes, I’ve given up on keeping my hands away from him, too. I have one hand in his hair, guiding him to go where it feels the best, while my other hand plays with my nipple, enjoying the sensation of having Adrian Heller’s body between my thighs.
And then he stops.
Just stops.
I could fuckingkillhim for stopping.
“What are you doing? I was just about to come!”
“I know,” he answers simply. His smirk has transformed to a wicked grin. “Tell me you love me.”
What?
“Tell me, Loni.”
He flicks my clit.
I shake my head, refusing him. That’s not enough to help me finish, but I just… Ican’t.
He dips his finger inside of me, pulling it out just as quickly. “Tell me you love me.”
“No.”
A quick slap to my mound. The jolt has me gasp, but I. Need. More.
“All you have to do is say three little words, princess. I know you can do it.” He dips his head, lapping at my pussy leisurely while I’m plotting murder in my feverish brain. “You used to tell me that you loved me all the time.”
“Ilied.”
He chuckles and, damn it, that’s still not enough. “Please. Don’t you remember? I know when you’re lying. You weren’t then. You are now.”
“Fuck you!”
“Loni, Loni, Loni… I’m trying. But you said no sex?—”
I grit my teeth. “Then what the hell is this?”
“I call this teasing my wife until she admits what we both know: she loves me now. She loved me then. She’ll love me forever.”
He punctuates each of those statements with another devastating lick.
Damn it.
He’s won.
Okay?
Hewon.
All I need is a little stimulation. And if he’ll give it to me?
“I love you,” I snap, grabbing the back of his head, shoving it against my pussy. I writhe against his face, searching for that little something I need to go off, hoping that I can before he makes me repeat myself. “Okay?”
His answer is a muffled, “Good enough,” before he sucks my clit into his mouth and the orgasm is so fucking great, I almost forgive him for the way he manipulated me this time.
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