Page 110 of Dreadful

Her lips part, and I steal a kiss. She opens wider for me eagerly, and her velvet tongue slides against mine. I let her dictate our pace above and below, and with every rise and fall of her hips, I smooth the relief cream over her bruises. Her pussy’s tight inner muscles stroke my cock, making it nearly impossible to focus on my task, especially when she begins to ride me faster.

“That’s it,vipera. Take what you need.”

She moans in response and digs her nails into my pecs. The next time she slides down my shaft, I push up, thrusting deep.

“Sev, yes!”

She tries to move up again, but I clamp my hands on her hips, stilling her so I can grind into her pussy and against her clit. My mouth captures her nipple, and my tongue twirls around it. Her little noises of appreciation are punctuated by my thrusts. I graze her breast lightly with my teeth and gingerly let it slip from my mouth. When I move onto the other, my tongue once again swirls around the tawny peak, giving it the same attention.

“Sev, please…” She drifts off, but we both know what she’s begging for, and I literally can’t wait to give it to her.

Her nipple pops from my mouth, and I glide my hands up her waist and along her arms, traveling to where she’s holding onto my headboard. I wrap my hands around her grip on the top of the wood. My smirk is sinful when her eyes narrow in question.

“Hold on tight,dolcezza.”

Desire lifts her lips, and her arm muscles flex as she does what I ask.

“So obedient for me,” I murmur.

Her submission is too much for me to handle, and I don’t give her time to respond as I take the lead. I hold her just above her hips and begin to piston inside her.

She’s soft and warm around my cock. A fever heats the back of my neck, and sweat pricks my brow as I pound up into her. The visual alone is almost enough to make me come. My cock is slick as it drives in and out of her. Her full breasts bounce with every thrust. Her half-lidded eyes lock with mine. It’s fucking incredible. Our bodies tense together, and my spine tingles as my abs, arms, and quads contract, building up for our climax.

The sensations are too much already, and I know we’re both about to combust. My ankle brace makes it hard to gain purchase with that leg, and I shift underneath her. She whines and I murmur low.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

I lift my uninjured leg so I can gain leverage with my foot on the bed. The new position instantly provides me a better angle, and I don’t hold back anymore. My hands lift her slightly so I can shove up and deep inside her, hitting that spot that she confessed she’s never felt implode with anyone but me. The head of my cock is aching to come in her, and I dig my fingers just above her hips. In no time at all, she’s moaning my name and I’m gritting my teeth not to come before she does.

“Sev…Sev, I’m going to….”

“Do it, Tallie. Trust me enough to let go. Come with me.”

Before I can even finish my command, a high-pitched noise keens from deep inside her chest. I quicken my pace, making sure my cock’s slight curve glides the tip along her G-spot with every stroke.

“Sev, yes, oh my god. Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

Rapture transforms her face, flushing her olive skin. There’s no longer a hint of worry or stress on her as she cries out my name one last time, igniting my own release. Her tense muscles melt underneath my fingertips and right before my eyes, giving me my cue.

I let go, too.

My own ecstasy rips through me, relaxing and contracting my muscles in waves as I come inside her. Every drop of cum sends another jolt of bliss through me, and I grind on her clit as I fill her with my possessive need.

She collapses against the uninjured side of my chest, and I catch her in my embrace.

We only just officially met, but I feel like I’ve known Tallie forever, and I’ve wanted to bring her justice for a lifetime. Our hearts and passions are intertwined, and we’ve been reunited by rage and forgiveness. I have her in my arms now. I won’t let her down this time, and I won’t let her go.

For several long, peaceful moments, our breaths are the only thing you can hear in my soundproofed apartment. Eventually, her fingers stroke my tulip tattoo on my side, and I grin into her hair, enjoying her gentle caresses. When she speaks, it’s breathy and sated.

“You’re going to kill me with orgasms, aren’t you?”

“You’ve wanted to slit my throat for fifteen years, so it’s only fair.”

She chuckles against my chest, and quiet falls over us again before she clears her throat.

“I’m not on birth control.”