Page 52 of Claimed By the Villain

Her fingers tremble, fumbling with the zipper of her tiny shorts, but they finally drop to her feet. When she peels off her T-shirt, I see her skin break out in goosebumps. Her breasts, nipples hard, straining against her bra.

“All of it,” I say, my voice rough.

She slips her panties down without looking at me, and I let it go. I don’t want to intimidate her.

When her hands reach behind to unclasp her bra, I tell her,

“Leave it.”

I walk up to her, tilt her chin, and, looking into her eyes, tug both cups down at the same time. She gasps.

Gripping her under the arms, I lift her, bringing her breasts to my mouth. Jackie’s tits are medium, round, with large areolas a shade darker than the soft pink of her pussy.

I take one whole into my mouth, sucking hard, and she moans loudly. I switch back and forth, unable to stop sucking her. I could nurse on her breasts for hours.

“I want you like this when I fuck you. Don’t take the bra off. You’re the sexiest woman in this whole fucking world.”

I’m keeping my inner animal on a leash, because what I really want is to take her right here, standing up, and pound into her until I’m spent.

She’s on the verge of coming just from me sucking her tits, but I’m starving for her taste. Still, I don’t take her to bed.I set her down in a chair, her thighs spread wide, hooked over each armrest.

I can’t look away. There’s no woman more beautiful than her. Her pretty little pussy, glistening and begging for me, the slick shine on her thighs, the tits spilling from her bra, tempting visions, but it’s her face, those stunning, absolutely certain eyes, that make me swear she’ll be treated like the queen she is for as long as she’s mine.

My gaze drops to her swollen, hardened nipples.

“Touch your tits, I want to see.”

Her already flushed face deepens in color, but her hands move from her belly up to her breasts.

Jackie grabs both nipples at once, but instead of caressing them, she tugs with surprising roughness, moaning as her body leans forward.

Fuck.

“Don’t stop touching yourself,” I order as I kneel in front of the chair.

I part her pussy lips with both hands and let my thumb slide over her drenched clit.

“Lucifer…”

“That’s it, keep saying my name, Jackie.”

I lower my head and lick her.

She cries out, hypersensitive with lust, and a ravenous hunger grips my gut.

I grab the back of her neck and pull her into a kiss while palming her pussy.

I slide one finger inside her, then a second, fucking her lightly but greedily, the same way my tongue takes her mouth.

Jackie whimpers and I know she wants to touch me, but she also wants to obey, her hands stay on her nipples, which she’s now pulling on roughly.

I trail my lips down her neck and chest. I take one breast into my mouth, suck deep, and her pussy clenches around my fingers.

I nip her nipple and she shudders. I know she’s right at the edge, but I’m not giving her that release yet.

I lick my way down her stomach, leaving a wet trail with my tongue, and when I finally reach her pussy, I lose control.

I suck her clit hard, her moans flowing into one another.