Chapter 91:
But I didn’t let it ruin the moment.
Seizing her hands in one firm grip, I let my fingers slip into her wetness, coating them in her arousal before bringing them to my mouth.
A purr escaped my lips at the divine taste of her arousal, and the urge to flip her over and bury my face in her sweetness overwhelmed me. I wanted to lick her clean, to do so many wicked things to her.
But this damn injury on my chest protested, restricting my movements.
Pulling her closer, one of her breasts in my mouth, I slipped a finger into her panties and yanked them off, letting her juices flow freely onto my lap. My fingers caressed her moist opening, coaxing more wetness from her. Still showering her nipples with kisses and soft bites, I gently pressed against her hymen, but a sharp scream made me pull back.
“Stay still,” I ordered coldly, masking my emotions as I whispered against her ear before pushing my tongue deep into her earlobe, licking and teasing her.
My eyes darkened as desire consumed me, filling me completely as I pulled away from her ear. Carefully, my fingers played with her swollen clit, rubbing and pinching it, drawing moans from her lips.
“Fuck!” she groaned, her eyes shutting tight as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her. She writhed on top of me, her movements hitting my chest repeatedly, but I bore the pain. I increased the pace on her clit, sucking her nipples as she quivered. I could feel her orgasm building, her breaths coming in harsh gasps.
“I want—I—” Her words caught in her throat, replaced by loud moans.
Ignoring my throbbing cock, which begged for a taste of her wetness, I fought the urge, focusing instead on pleasuring her. I didn’t want to hurt her with my size.
Her fingers dug into my scalp, tangling in my hair until it was a mess, but that was the least of my concerns.
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“I want to pee,” she cried, biting her lip hard, afraid of drawing attention to herself. My grip on her tightened, preventing her from escaping as pleasure consumed her.
My face lit up with excitement as she began to convulse violently, her arms flailing as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
A swell of pride filled me as I watched her experience her first orgasm.
That was enough compensation.
“‘Pee on me!”
Consumed by impatience, Silas paced around the room, occasionally glancing through the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the approaching figure. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back as he moved swiftly, covering the length of his sparsely furnished room in rapid strides.
Anger boiled inside him, and his heartbeat quickened. His breath became erratic as his eyes fixed on the wall clock, and a hiss of irritation escaped his lips.
“Bitch!” he cursed, his fist clenching into a tight ball before he struck the couch with force. Dust exploded from the cushions, filling the air and invading his nostrils, making him cough.
Leaning against the couch, Silas’ hands dropped to the table, reaching for a small glass cup filled with whiskey. He drank it in one go, then let the cup fall to the floor, ignoring the sound of glass shattering as it hit the ground. The light in the room caught the broken pieces, making them sparkle like precious gems under the fluorescent glow, but Silas didn’t care.
Only one thing consumed him, haunting his dreams and keeping him awake at night.
