“So fucking soft, silky. All pink, smooth skin, and sweet fucking nectar spilling from this tight, virgin cunt.” His words were muffled against my soaked, swollen flesh, and I barely heard him through the mewling, crying sounds that left me.
I didn’t ask how he knew—or if he just assumed—I was a virgin. I didn’t care about anything but Adryan continuing to do what he was doing.
“You like not having any hair on this perfect cunt, princess?” I moaned when he flattened his tongue and licked me from hole to clit. “You like having your pussy so sensitive you can feel me sucking at you, drinking your honey?” He started sucking again at the skin of my inner thigh, and I knew I’d have marks, purple and red hickies… his marks.
I felt anger from my confusing and conflicting emotions. “Stop talking.” My voice was breathy, those words carrying on a moan. I was shocked and slightly embarrassed at what I was doing right now with this man I didn’t even know. It didn’t matter if it felt too right; it pissed me off.
Of course I didn’t want him to stop talking, his dirty words lighting me up something fierce. I wanted him to keep saying those filthy things. But I’d never admit that.
I’d never been the type of person to be vulgar or obscene, never imagined speaking to another person in that way. But this man brought out all the deliciously dark feelings in me.
He snarled and licked my inner thigh, and when I pulled his hair, steering him back to my pussy, where I ached and needed him the most, he laughed darkly, knowingly.
“Ohhh,” I whispered and arched my neck.
He was a madman, a lush for my pussy as he buried his face between my thighs again, his mouth and nose, chin and cheeks all up in there so there wasn’t any part of my pussy he wasn’t touching, licking, sucking… consuming.
He thrust his tongue inside me, fucking me with the muscle before sliding it up and drawing my engorged clit into his mouth, working me over so good and hard and fast I felt my orgasm climb until I was gasping for breath and seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.
And the whole time, I held onto his hair tight enough I knew it had to hurt him, but he just growled and snarled against my sloppy wet pussy and kept eating me out.
“Yeaaah, that’s it. Gods, so fucking good, princess. Give it to me; give it all to me until I’m drowning.”
I was there, so close, and it felt so good, incredible, but I couldn’t go over the edge. I was at the precipice where I hung onto that ecstasy, needing to suck in that last breath that would have me toppling over the edge, but it was forever an inch from me.
As if he knew my struggle, felt how tight my body was as I tried in vain to reach it, he growled deep, slow and long.
“I know what you need.” He was panting as he moved his mouth to one of my pussy lips, sucking the flesh into his mouth, biting it gently before letting it go and licking that soft spot where my thigh and pussy met. “I need it too, baby.”
With his other hand, he snaked it up my body, curled his palm around my breast for only a second, and kept ascending until he was wrapping his huge palm around my throat.
When I opened my eyes, my attention was on the obscured sky, flutters of snowflakes falling, shattered bits of moonlight forcing their way through the spindly branches.
I looked down at Adryan, his lips and tongue still moving back and forth at the junction where my thigh and pussy met, his eyes glowing so that hazy red glow illuminated the space around us. I felt his fingers tightening even more around my neck.
“I know what my fucking female needs,” he snarled, his expression so fierce it jacked my desire even higher.
Slowly my air was cut off—not completely, but enough that as the seconds ticked by, it was harder to suck in oxygen, my lungs burning from the force of trying to breathe. Instinctively my arm lifted, and I curled my fingers around his hand, knowing I should pull it away. But I didn't. I added pressure, keeping it there.
What’s wrong with me? Why do I need this so badly?
“Fucking fate,” he grunted. “Giving me a female who is perfect for me.”
I should have felt panic, fear, but the only sensation that settled in me like a balm of intense pleasure was how good and right it felt to have his hand where it was and those wicked sharp teeth now scraping down my inner thigh.
My back arched, and I rested my head on the tree once more, my fingers now curled around his thick wrist.