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“Oh, yes, whore. I want you to rub yourself all over my leg until your cream is coating my skin.”
She whimpers, but lowers herself so she’s straddling my leg. Then she starts to grind herself. At first, she’s hesitant, as though she’s too much in her head about it. But as I help guide her hips, she finds a rhythm she likes, and before long, her desperate moans and cries fill my room again.
“That’s it,” I coax, my tone low and husky. “Spread your cunt juices all over my skin. Fucking drown me in it.”
“Soren!” With a lustful cry, she picks up her pace, rubbing herself harder, faster on me.
Looking down at where her bare pussy glides over my skin, I admire the wetness she leaves behind. It’s so fucking hot.
“I’m going to… I can’t wait… Soren… Soren!”
I help steady her as she comes apart, throwing her head back and arching her back so her tits are dangerously close to my mouth. While she shudders, I capture a peaked nipple between my teeth, biting and sucking, adding the pain I know she loves.
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I sag against Soren, trusting him to hold me. That last orgasm tore through me in a way that has left me boneless, sated, but unable to move. My lips spread in a goofy smile my naïve past-self woulda mistaken for the love smile. But this isn’t love; I’m not in love. I’m in lust.
“Wow,” I breathe, still not sure I can move.
“That was quite the show, baby,” Soren praises, but the endearment makes me frown.
I look up at him through my lashes, readjusting my arms so they don’t feel like they’re going to slide off his shoulders. Damn the rope for making me unable to do anything else. “I’m not your ‘baby’,” I say.
“What are you then?” Soren asks, moving my hair over one shoulder so he can kiss and lick my shoulder and neck.
“Your whore,” I clarify. “When we’re having sex, I’m your whore.”
“And when we’re not?”
My frown deepens. “Then I’m not your anything.” I’m pretty sure I see disappointment flickering across his expression, though it’s gone so quickly I can’t be sure. I wait for him to speak but when he doesn’t, I say, “Are you going to fuck me now?”
My arms scream in protest as he lifts them above his head, holding the rope in one hand as he reaches in his bedside drawer for something. A knife. My throat suddenly becomes dry, and fear skitters up my spine as he moves it to my wrists. But before I can say anything, he cuts through the rope.
“There,” he says, not sounding like himself. “Now you’re free to do what you want.”
Licking my lips I eye him. “Exactly what I want?”
His nod is the only confirmation I need, so I push him back, and he lets me push him down. Then he scoots up the bed, lying down in the middle. “What are you going to do to me, whore?” he rasps.
My gaze lands on the tattoo at the base of his cock. “Have fun, of course.”
He smirks as I follow him onto the bed, and like I did earlier with Mickey, I straddle Soren. Then I let my fingers and tongue trace every part of him. No groove or stretch of skin remains untouched, unlicked. I curiously trace the intricate lines of his tattoos, especially mesmerized by the cobweb. I hate spiders, so normally cobwebs are cause for concern; proof one is nearby. But on Soren’s skin, it’s a masterpiece.
“So beautiful,” I breathe when I’m done.
He scoffs. “I thought we weren’t using that word.”
Grinning down at him, I use my fingers to tug the corners of his lips into a faux smile. “Why so serious?” I gyrate my hips, sliding my slick cunt along his hard cock. “I thought we were going to have some fun.”
I’m not stupid, I know the shift in his demeanor is caused by me rejecting something he was trying to give me, or do for me. It’s too bad, though. Because all I want from him right now is orgasms, even if he’s going to sulk.
Soren moves so quickly, I let out an embarrassing yelp as he grabs my hips and spins us around so I’m on my back and he’s positioned between my spread legs. “Ask me for it, whore.”
Grinning, I place my hands on his strong arms. “Please fuck me, Soren. Fuck your whore hard and fast until you fill me with your cum.”
He groans and fists himself, rubbing the tip against my drenched folds. My clit’s so sensitive it’s bordering on painful, though it’s the kind that makes you want more. That’s how everything that hurts is with Soren, it’s moreish.
Just as I’m about to ask again, he thrusts into me, completely sheathing himself. I moan and wind my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his sculpted ass. “Fuck. Yes,” I cry, loving the sting as my pussy stretches to make room for him. It burns in the most delicious way.
