Chapter 245
Chapter 245
Cupid
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I wake to the slow, deliberate drag of soft fingertips trailing down the center of my chest, tracing the ridges of muscle before those same fingers curl loosely around the thickening length of my cock.
She strokes once. Rroot to glistening tip. Firm, unhurried, letting the foreskin glide over the swollen head.
Then her warm, wet mouth closes over me, taking the crown between plush lips and sliding down in one smooth, greedy motion until the head bumps the back of her throat.
My eyes snap open on a low, guttural groan. Instinctively my fingers plunge into her hair, gathering the silky strands away from her face so I can watch, watch her hollowed cheeks, watch the way her lashes flutter as she takes me deeper, deeper, until her nose brushes my pelvis and her throat flutters around my shaft in rhythmic swallows.
“Fuck,” I rasp, the word torn from somewhere primal.
She hums in approval, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Then she pulls back slowly, agonizingly, lips dragging along every veined inch, tongue swirling under the sensitive ridge before she dives down again, sucking hard, cheeks collapsing as she works me with filthy, wet sounds.
Stroke. Suck. Deep–throat. Repeat. Each cycle sends electric jolts through my spine until my hips twitch helplessly beneath her.
I reach down, cupping the soft weight of her breasts, thumbs circling her already–tight nipples before pinching just hard enough to make her moan around my cock.
The sound vibrates straight through me. She groans again. helpless, needy. and I curse under my breath, completely at her mercy.
After several torturous minutes she releases me with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my glistening shaft.
She crawls up my body, straddling my thighs so my aching erection stands proud between us, flushed dark and leaking.
Her pussy hovers just above me. Pink, slick, swollen lips parted and glistening. She flashes me a wicked little grin, eyes glittering with mischief, and I know I’m in trouble.
Her fingers wrap around my base again. She watches my face, watches me fight to stay still as she drags the fat, leaking head through her folds, coating me in her arousal.
She circles her entrance with torturous slowness, dipping just the tip inside before pulling back, letting me feel how hot and tight she is without giving me what I crave.
“Snow… fuck…” My jaw locks. I try to thrust up into her; she lifts her hips just enough to deny me. I snarl, hands shooting to her arms, gripping hard. “You think you can start this and not finish it? ”
My voice is gravel–rough, almost unrecognizable. She only smiles wider, slow, sinful, then rubs the head against her clit once, twice, making us both shudder.
Pre–cum beads at my slit, smearing across her entrance as she teases me right to the brink of sanity.
I can’t take it anymore. My hands slide to her thighs, spreading them wider so I can see everything.
Her dripping slit, the way her inner lips cling to my cockhead every time she lets me nudge inside just an inch before retreating.
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I reach up, palming her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds until her nipples pebble harder under my thumbs.
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Then one hand drops between us; my thumb finds her clit and rubs slow, firm circles that make her head tip back on a broken
moan.
She strokes me faster in retaliation, tight fist gliding up and down my length while I torment her clit.
We’re locked in mutual torture now, breaths ragged, hips rocking in shallow, desperate rhythm. Her moans grow higher, needier. She dips me inside again, deeper this time, her walls fluttering around the head before she pulls off with a wet gasp when the stretch becomes too much.
My restraint splinters. Fingers dig bruisingly into her thighs.
“Snow… please p>
She meets my eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. Then she giggles soft, wicked and leans down to kiss me, slow and filthy, tongue sliding against mine.
When she pulls back she sways her hips in teasing circles, grinding her soaked pussy along my length without letting me in.
Then she slides off me entirely.
She moves to the plush armchair in the corner of the bedroom, the one by the window where morning light spills gold across the
cushions.
She sinks into it, legs spreading wide, knees hooked over the arms so her glistening cunt is completely exposed. Pink, swollen, dripping down. She looks at me with heavy–lidded eyes and crooks one finger.
“Come get it p>
My jaw clenches so hard I taste metal. My cock jerks violently, pre–cum dripping onto my stomach as I rise from the bed. In three strides I’m there.
I grab her legs, yanking them high and wide until her ass lifts off the cushion. I line myself up, tip notched at her entrance and slam home in one brutal thrust.
She cries out, sharp and sweet, nails raking down my shoulders as her walls clamp down around me like a fist.
I shudder at the feel of her, hot, slick, impossibly tight, swallowing every thick inch until I’m buried to the hilt. My moon goddess. If there’s anything more perfect than this, I don’t want to know.
I start to move, long, punishing strokes that drag against every ridge inside her. She clutches at the chair arms for leverage, meeting my thrusts, hips rolling to take me deeper.
The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, obscene and rhythmic, mingling with her gasping moans and my low growls.
I fuck her hard, deep, relentless until sweat slicks our bodies and her breasts bounce with every brutal plunge. When the pressure coils too tight to hold back, I bury myself as far as I can go and come.
Hot, thick spurts flooding her, painting her insides while she shudders and clenches around me, milking every drop.
Her shaky exhale ghosts across my mouth before she kisses me, messy, desperate, tongues tangling as we ride the aftershocks together.
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I stay inside her until the last pulse fades, then ease out slowly, watching the way her pussy flutters and clenches around nothing, my cum already beginning to leak from her swollen entrance.
I drop onto the chair and pull her into my lap. She straddles me immediately, soft breasts pressing against my chest as she kisses me again, slow, lingering.
Her hips shift. My spent cock twitches, already thickening at the friction of her slick folds gliding over me.
“Snow…” I warn, voice wrecked. “You’ll get me hard again p>
She only hugs me tighter, nipples dragging across my chest as she rocks subtly. Then she leans in, lips brushing my ear.
“I want a favor, Cupid p>
She kisses my shoulder, teeth grazing the skin, before pulling back to search my eyes. Her hand slips between us, fingers wrapping around my rapidly hardening length, guiding the head back to her entrance.
“An apartment near H.O.W.L.,” she murmurs.
I swallow hard. She sinks down just enough to let the head stretch her open again; I groan, hips jerking involuntarily.
“What else?” I manage, already lost.
“Nothing yet. ” Her voice is velvet against my lips. “I’ll order the car. And I’ll start using the credit card you gave me p>
I nod, helpless, wrecked, hands clamping onto her waist.
“Ride me,” I growl. “Come on p>
She smiles, slow, filthy, mine and begins to move.
Like my own perfect slut. My own whore. Just mine.
As if she hears the thought, she grinds down harder, taking me to the root.
“I’m yours,” she breathes against my mouth, rolling her hips in a slow, devastating circle. “You’re mine. End of story p>
And fuck if I don’t agree with every fiber of my being.
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