Page 29 of Ravaged Soul


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As I furiously devour her sweetness, my tongue thrusts aggressively past her lips. I want to be gentle and enjoy each precious touch, but she’s pushed me over the edge. The tension she’s built has destroyed any hope I had of avoiding this huge, glaring mistake.

Ember meets me stroke for stroke, taking my anguished battering without complaint as her tongue lashes back against mine. I move one of my hands to grasp her right breast, taking the mound in my palm and squeezing like she did.

Silken skin pebbles under my touch as I roll her nipple between my fingertips. At my teasing pinch, another moan spills from her chest, making my painfully stiff dick twitch.

Teeth pressing into my lip, she nips at me in a plea for more.Such a greedy, dirty angel.I don’t know if I can hold myself back much longer with her pulsing cunt still sliding over my shaft.

Dammit, I want to rip her panties open so I can shove myself deep inside her. But I can’t rush this. Not after all this time. I want to take my time savouring her essence, taking her slowly and fully so I can finally claw her infection from my brain cells.

Maybe then I can let her go.

Right. Because that’s fucking likely.

Finding her damp panties, I ease the elastic over her hips, encouraging her to strip off. Ember lifts herself off my lap to discard the soaked cotton, exposing her bare body to me. I take the opportunity to shift down the bed until I’m flat on my back.

“Bring that gorgeous pussy to me, Ember,” I order curtly. “Quickly.”

“Where?”

“I want you to come here and ride my face.”

Eyes that shift between brilliant azure and gunmetal grey appraise me. I can’t decide if she looks surprised or excited. Crooking a finger, I gesture for her to move faster.

“Bring it to me. Now.”

She responds to my demands like I have direct access to her mind, and all it takes is one plucked string to bend her will. I noticed it before when I showed her my more dominant side, but as she crawls up my body now, it’s clear I have to be firm with the spitfire.

“That’s it, love. Sit that greedy cunt down. I’m going to feast on you.”

Placing her toned thighs on the pillow either side of my head, Ember hovers above me. I’m granted the perfect view of her dripping pink heat before she sinks down, then her pleasure rushes over my face.

I flick my tongue out, dragging it over her wet folds. Salty sweetness bursts across my senses, pouring from her soaking core. She’s wildly turned on. Tasting the evidence of how much she wants me only adds to the ache tearing me up inside.

“Oh,” she moans languidly.

Swiping my tongue over her clit, I repeatedly lavish the tight bundle of nerves. Her hips quickly jerk, beginning to undulate above me as she rocks in time to each broad stroke of my tongue.

“Yes! Warner, fuck. More.”

Grabbing the globes of her ass, I encourage her to move. She can suffocate me with her cunt for all I care. As long as I make her explode with ecstasy first. I want those juices coating my entire face.

Back and forth, her pussy thrusts against my mouth, allowing me to lick and suck her clit with each rotation. Short pants for air let me dive back in every time she sinks down on me for another hit.

“Yes… Oh God. Yes. Please, more.”

Gripping an ass cheek, I guide her thrusts as I push my tongue inside her tight hole. Entering her heat feels like nirvana, but it pales in comparison to the deliciously wanton mewl she offers in response.

I could come just from the sweet, salty taste of her excitement on my tongue. The feel of her cunt sliding on my face as she uses me for her pleasure. The sexy weight of her body trapping me in utter subjugation.

Raising an arm, I reach over her thigh to locate the apex between her thighs. While I tongue-fuck her hole, my thumb quickly bears down on her nub, causing her to spasm above me.

“Yes! Warner!”

That’s it. Say my name, love.

Swirling spit and come over her clit, I’m playing that fibrous bean like it’s my favourite instrument and I’m a one-man band performing just for her. She’s so vocal. Her cries are going to haunt me until my dying day, I swear.

Ember starts to quake above me, wavering each time I lap at her heated core. My fingers are digging so deep into her ass cheek, I’m sure she’ll have a bruise to match the bite I left on her throat.