Page 557 of Lessons in Cruelty

When there’s no more pussy for me to fill, I push down roughly on her shoulders. She yelps in pain, and I see it flicker over her face like a spasm. Her eyes pop open, confusion quickly overrun with lust as I stare at her.

I’m sure she can feel my cock throbbing as I fight back my orgasm.

Maybe that’s why she stops breathing. Stops moving.

But then I feel her pussy clench, the tiniest flicker at the corner of her mouth as she suppresses a smile.

She’s trying to milk me so I’ll come faster.

“Jesus, Haven, I told you to slow down.”

“I’m not moving,” she says, staring straight at me with that coy smile still curving her lips. Her pussy flutters around me as she clenches, clenches, clench⁠—

“Fuck! Haven, stop! Fuck…fuuuck.”

The rest mingles with a deep, pained groan as I erupt inside her. I draw out an inch and slam back in, my eyes closing so I can better savor the little whimper of pain she lets out, the way her pussy grows even wetter as I spurt load after load of my hot seed into her.

I draw out again, fucking her slowly, churning my cum and her arousal into a thick cream that slowly drips out of her cunt.

A second later, I feel her violent shivering. When I glance up, I see the desperate need in her hooded eyes. She bites down on her bottom lip, her hands sliding to the back of my neck as she whispers, “Please.”

I slam back into her, but my dick is softening, spent.

“Kai!” She grinds against me, but I can’t give her what she needs right now.

“Shh,” I murmur, holding her close as I shift forward to lay her on her back. “You’ve been good, Miss H. You’ll get your reward.”

I swear I hear a muffled sob, but then I’m kissing her again, kneeling at her side, my hand shoved between her legs.

Two fingers spear into her drenched pussy, and she moans into our kiss, spreading her legs obediently for me.

I sincerely hope there isn’t anyone else on the beach with us. That our bonfire isn’t drawing curious eyes from the other beach houses on this strip.

But the feel of Haven’s tongue against mine, her tiny upward thrusts as she tries to push my fingers deeper inside her, they force me to forget about all that shit.

When she breaks away from our kiss to drag air through her lips, I turn to look down at where I’m fingering her.

My body blocks the firelight, casting a deep shadow over her lap. But I can see the shape of her thighs, her hips, my hand as I thrust my fingers in and out of her.

She tries to grab me when I dive down, but I bat away her feeble attempts with one hand, trapping her fingers, crushing them in warning for her not to interfere.

Jesus Christ, the taste of her pussy sends a hard shiver of need through me. That I can taste my cum only makes it better, because it’s proof she’s mine.

I’m lapping at her clit like she was just licking my mouth moments ago, trying to get that marshmallow off my face.

When she bucks her hips, I speed up the thrust of my fingers. The sound of her dripping cunt sucking at my digits makes me want to spread her and fuck her again. But my dick is still in recovery mode, and anyway, she tastes too good.

I draw back, using my thumb to stroke her clit as I look up at her.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, tipping her head up.

“You’re gonna come in my mouth,” I tell her.

She frowns, her lips trembling as she tries to find words, and then she just nods.

I thrust hard with my fingers. “Don’t you fucking hold back.”

“Okay,” comes her reedy reply. “I promise.” She bucks her hips. “But please, Kai, hurry. It hurts.”