Page 59 of His Haunted Desire

I rub her clit, slowly at first, then pick up the speed, my gaze fixed on her the entire time. She tries to keep rubbing my pants, but her desire gets the better of her and she claws at the sheets as if looking for purchase.

I massage her clit, then move down her lust-swollen folds to her wet hole.

Her moans become breathy in that tell-tell way. She’s close.

Suddenly, I stop.

She glares at me like I’ve just called her another woman’s name. Which I’d never do, because she’s the only one I want.

“What are you doing?” she groans.

“Beg,” I growl. “Beg for me to feast on you. Beg for me to taste your juicy wetness. Beg, Aurora.”

“You’re evil,” she moans. “Oh God, sir, you’re a monster.”

I smirk. “You need this. You’re so close. So ready to explode.”

She bites her lip, then starts to beg in a tone that causes more hot precome to flow out of me.

“Please, sir. Oh, fuck, please. Lick me. Taste me. Please. Sir, sir,sir.”

“Fuck.”

It’s a struggle to keep my voice down as I slide off the bed, grab her pants and her underwear, and pull them down in one quick motion. She laughs and grips onto the bed harder to stop me from yanking her off.

I fall to my knees as if before an altar, staring at her glistening, wet sex, her folds and clit looking swollen with desire. I bury my hands greedily in the thickness of her thighs then bring my mouth to her.

She grabs a pillow and bites down on it when I push my face against her core. Her juices are fucking delicious. That’s the sort of thing some people would find off-putting, but it’s the goddamn truth.

Her taste is addictive.

I move my tongue from her clit down her folds to her hole. She’s already so close, she trembles straightaway. With one hand on the pillow, she reaches down with the other, touching the back of my head.

As her orgasm crashes into her, it’s like she’s in charge, guiding my tongue strokes. She grinds herself against my face, bucking her hips wildly.

She rides my face, and I love every second of it.

Finally, she lets the pillow go, slumping back and letting out a shuddering breath.

I stand and pull my pants down, my cock springing free.

“I need you,” I snarl. “Show me your tits–now.”

“Raiden,” she pants.

“No more games. Get naked. Right this second.”

She bites her lip, then moans, “Yes, sir. Oh, fuck.”

We both strip quickly. I tear off my shirt and kick off my pants, and underwear. She pulls her shirt over her head.

I don’t have the patience to wait for her to unclip her bra. I climb atop her and pull her bra down, wedging it beneath her big beautiful breasts.

Reaching between our bodies, I grip my thick shaft and guide it between her silky thighs. When my tip kisses her entrance, all doubt drains out of her expression. Her metaphorical mask falls away.

She wants this as much as I do.

I’m about to slip inside of her when there’s a loud crash against the door.