“I love it,” she cries.
“I’m going to make you walk around the city one day with my cum dripping out of you,” I whisper in her ear.
“W-Why?”
I shrug. “So you’re all slick and warm and so I can bend you over and fuck you wherever I want. Don’t you like the sound of that?”
She groans again as I reach for one of her tits.
“Well? You’re not being very good today, Belle,” I chide. “Not answering my questions…”
“You’re asking too many!” she says with a pout that makes me grab her chin, tilt her head to the side, and devour her lips.
As I thrust my tongue into her mouth, I let my fingers slide in deep again. This time, I don’t stop until my knuckles are at her slit. Her moans and whimpers egg me on, but she’s not ready for more yet.
She might have been if my cum was lubing her up…
Making a mental note to try that tomorrow, I focus on that soft, spongy pad at the front wall of her pussy.
When Ma told me everyone was out of the apartment today on errands, I knew I had to make her scream. She’d gone all quiet since Róisín told her over dinner two nights ago that she could hear us fucking.
Breaking Belle’s sudden nervousness has been on my agenda ever since. And seeing as that agenda involves nothing more than getting inside her pussy as often as I can, whether it’s with my tongue, fingers, or dick, my failure to make her chill out has led to drastic measures.
Drawing my fingers down, I palpate them, making sure her clit gets some love too. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, forcing her to focus on me and nothing else.
Her legs clutch at mine, thighs tightening as she tries to close them. Her hips rear up, pumping the air as she seeks the pleasure I’m forcing on her while also trying to avoid it.
Is it wrong to want to break her with pleasure?
To make her crave this?
Crave me?
I don’t have a clue what’s going on between us. It feels really deep, really fast, but I know I’m only putting off the inevitable. Maybe Savannah, Aidan’s wife, can help me protect her—
She rips her mouth from mine and shrieks, “Stop, Cade, stop. I-I can’t. I can’t!”
My mind is back on her—one hundred percent.
“You can, Belle, you can,” I rumble. “Let it come. I want you to pass out from coming so hard. Can’t you do that for me, baby? I want you to scream so loud the taxi drivers outside can hear you.”
“No, no, no,” she chants, her fingers trying to pry at mine, but I’m relentless.
I trail my tongue over her earlobe and whisper, “I’m going to ruin you, Isabelle. I’m going to make you want me forever.” At her whimper, I continue, “I’m not going to stop until you scream with pleasure.”
Her cunt ripples around my fingers.
“If you’re thinking of other people, then you’re not focusing hard enough. I want your screams, baby. They’re mine. All mine.”
She releases a loud gasp and grinds back into me, my words breaking through the wall Róisín thoughtlessly crafted with her teasing.
“This slick pussy is so hungry for me, Belle,” I whisper, loving the gasps she releases. “It’s all mine too, isn’t it? Are you going to gush for me? I bet you will.”
“Oh, God, Cade, I c-can’t.”
Smugly, I smile. “You can. I’m not gonna stop until this pussy recognizes only me in the future—”
That’s when she breaks.