Page 30 of Wreck and Ruin
“Are you wet for me, Little Siren?” I ask, reluctantly removing my mouth from her body.
“W-what?” she replies, dazed and confused, completely caught up in the moment.
“If I take your sweet pussy in my mouth, will I taste your need for me?”
“Y-yes,” she says before I shift my body lower. The rocks scrape my knees and shins, but I don't give a fuck. Right now, this woman,my woman,has my full attention.
I trace soft kisses lower but pause when I realize that she's completely bare. I raise an eyebrow, though I decide that questioning it would be a bad idea. There's only one reason she'd be free of pubic hair, and that thought makes me want to rip the jugular from those fucking pieces of shit’s throats.
I push those thoughts aside and smooth my hands over the backs of her thighs, guiding her knees up over my shoulders, silently instructing her to rest her legs there. Once she’s comfortable, I trail featherlight touches along her hip, then slide my hand gently across her concave stomach, freeing my other hand.
I breathe her in. Her sweet, irresistible scent has my cock seeking friction, but this isn’t about me. I run my tongue along her center, licking light, purposeful circles, along her slickness, before closing my lips around her clit, and sucking. I move my tongue lower, desire driving me to taste all of her, but I pull back when I taste blood.
“Airlie, you’re bleeding,” I say as a courtesy because unless she tells me she no longer wants this, I’m not stopping for anything. A little blood isn’t going to hold me back. She stiffens, her legs tightening on my shoulders, and she starts apologizing before I can tell her that it’s okay.
“I—I am sorry, Ezekiel. I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” she says almost frantically. She tries to remove her legs, but I gently stop her.
“It’s okay, Little Siren. It’s just a bit of blood,” I say, pulling her to my mouth again, showing her that I want this.
“You don’t think I’m dirty? Barren?” If I wasn’t a murderer before now, I sure as hell would be after hearing her say that.
Barren?
What the fuck is going on with these people? How could anyone believe that a woman’s period made her dirty? Not only that, how could anyone brainwash a woman into thinking that not being pregnant was bad? Careful not to let her see my inner fury, I look up at her. Her features are hidden within the shadows, but her chest's rapid rise and fall tells me she’s afraid.
“How can something that tastes this good ever be dirty, baby?” A second later, I drive my tongue deep into her pussy, before bringing my free hand up and trailing soft touches along her wet warmth until she’s shaking against me.
“Oh God, please!” she cries out, breathlessly. Her body quivering with need as she reaches out, gripping a fist full of my hair.
“Baby, when my face is between your legs, the only devil you answer to is me. Not your sick and broken God,” I growl. She shifts as if she’s nodding. “Your words, Little Siren,” I command.
“Yes, Ezekiel,” she replies before pulling my face into her pussy. I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing up and down as her hips buck against my tongue. I pull away slightly, leaving enough room for me to move as I plunge a finger inside of her, giving her a minute before adding another. I gently work her cunt, pulling my fingers in and out slowly before driving them back in knuckles deep.
“Ezekiel!” she holds back a scream as I finger her faster, leaning up on my elbow so I can work her deeper. “M-more!” she begs, sending a wave of pleasure across my own body. The warmth of her pussy has me drunk, and I can only imagine what it would feel like when I finally bury my hard cock inside her.
I twist my hand upright, fingering her faster now, brushing that sweet spot as her legs shake over my shoulders. I pull her throbbing clit into my mouth, my fingers working overtime as she comes. Soaking my hand and face.
Airlie’s blood coats my tongue.
I am dripping with her.
This is the best fucking day of my life.
Her breathing is erratic as I watch the outline of her frame slump back against the stone, completely spent, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful, even if the darkness is hiding her face from me.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” I praise. Moving up her body so that my face is in line with hers, the chains brushing against our connected skin, though I do my best to pretend that the fucking things aren’t there at all.
“I never—” she rasps, clearing her throat. “I’ve never feltthatbefore,” she whispers.
“Get used to it, baby. Cause I plan to make you feel that way for as long as you’ll let me,” I reply, brushing my nose against her delicate skin. My face is smeared with her blood and arousal, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she presses soft kisses against my lips, her tongue exploring, tasting herself on me.
I draw in a deep breath, groaning as her tongue slides along the corner of my lips, then into my mouth. I close around it, sucking it lightly before we are a mix of breaths and hands. Need courses through each of our veins, like an electric current, driving us closer to each other. Chains rattle against skin and stone, and I move to sit with my back against the wall, rolling her onto my lap as I go. She straddles me, rubbing her pussy along my rigid cock, my hands on her hips, guiding her back and forth.
Her mouth is still on mine as she takes what she wants from me. Like a radiant goddess, her power lay bare to me in the shadows, and I, a helpless mortal, simply unable to resist.
“I w-want you, Ezekiel,” she says hesitantly, and it’s music to my ears.
“Are you sure, baby? Only say yes if this is what youtrulywant,” I whisper, tilting her chin up to meet my eyes.
