I guided her down onto the hay, the dried grass soft beneath us. Starting at her ankles, I kissed my way up her legs, savouring the way her muscles quivered under my touch. Her skin felt like silk, warm and flushed, and I could taste the salt of her sweat mixed with something uniquely hers.
When I reached the edge of her knickers, I paused, looking up to find her watching me with desperate, dilated eyes. The sight of her—hair spread across the golden hay, chest rising and falling rapidly, lips parted in anticipation—made my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
"Tell me you’re mine," I said, my voice coming out as a gnarled growl. My own desperation lacing my words.
I watched Evangeline move enough, bringing her elbows to here waist , her hair cascading over her shoulders. I watched the ends dance around her very erect nipples. I froze, my body locking up desperately trying not to move and listen to her response. Every shred of me wanted to push her back down see her hair create a halo as it landed and spread out while i devoured her nipples.
This was so fucking hard to watch, it was torture.
"Mr. Banks, James" she whispered, as she lifted her hips towards me.“I am and have always been your’s for a very long time.You are the one that just had to catch up with realising it.” Evangeline tilted her head to one side lifting her hips again in wanton desire, slowly lowering herself back onto our bed, our bed of straw.
“It would do you well to remember what you just said. I have no mercy for you now, I do not share what is mine." I seethed.
I hooked my teeth around the delicate cotton of her knickers and dragged them down slowly, exposing her. My lip brushed against her arousal, her pussy pink and swollen with need. This sight nearly undid me.
The first taste of her on my tongue made me groan against her heated flesh. She was sweet with a hint of musk, addictive in a way that made me want to devour her completely. I started slowly, broad strokes had her gasping for air, her back arched gratifyingly beneath me.
Her hands found my hair, fingers threading through the dark strands as she tried to pull me closer. I could feel her thighs trembling on either side of my head, could hear the desperate little sounds she was making deep in her throat.
I bit down, my jaw clenched, as I circled her clit with a tongue of fire, a furious desire consuming me. A snarl ripped from her throat; her body tensed into a striking pose, and her grip on my hair was like a vise.
"James, oh God, yes?—,"
Her ragged breaths were like a whirlwind, a storm of panic and fear as her grip tightened, and the crushing weight against my head became a brutal demand. The muscles in her abdomen fluttered, and I knew she was seconds away from falling apart. She held on to my hair, making it impossible for me to move.
My desperate struggle amplified as her pressure increased, each movement a tightening noose of despair. Evangeline began face-fucking me, my tongue sliding in and out of her pussy. She was grinding against my face; my nose bounced against her clit.
Her ragged breaths were a haunting rhythm in my ears as I pushed forward, desperate, knowing I was not done, far from it.
Un-hooking her hands from my hair, pulling her thighs apart. I sucked in a breath of oxygen. Hmm, I was going to enjoy eviscerating Evangeline, bending her, moulding her to my will with no complaints.
I pulled away completely, sitting back on my heels to watch her reaction. The loss of contact hit her like a physical blow—her eyes flew open, wild and desperate, her body still trembling with unfulfilled need.
A twisted smile spread across my face.
"No," she gasped, reaching for me. "Please don't stop. I was so close?—"
"I know," I said, my voice rough with my need. The taste of her was still on my lips, my cock straining against my jeans so hard it was almost painful. But seeing her like this—desperate, needy, completely at my mercy—was worth the torture.
I moved back down between her legs, this time adding my fingers to the torment. I slid one finger inside her tight pussy whilst my tongue worked her clit, feeling how wet she was, her walls clenched around me desperately.
"You're so fucking wet for me," I murmured against her skin, adding a second finger and curling them to hit that spot that made her see stars. My voice was coated with taunting precision.
She was writhing beneath me now. Carefully coating my finger with her, I slid a third finger into her pussy, feeling her stretch around me and then relax. Her hips started bucking against my hand, sending my hand deeper again and again.
“That's it, fuck my hand with your pussy.”
Taking in the indescribable view that would be imprinted in my mind forever, I inserted a fourth easing alongside my other fingers. Evangeline’s swollen pussy pulsed against my fingers. Without pausing to breathe, I leaned down, flicking and sucking on her clit. That sent her higher and higher.
I could feel the tension building in her body again, could see it in the way her muscles coiled tight, as the flush that spread across her chest.
"James!" The sound that tore from her throat was part sob, part scream of frustration. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, her body shaking with the force of her denied release.
The sight of her—so beautiful in her desperation, so completely defiled — my chest swelled with a primal roar asher flushed face and ragged breaths revealed a surrender that transcended all pretense.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice breaking with the effort of maintaining control. My cock was leaking pre-cum, desperate for relief, but I wouldn't give in. Not yet.
"I want to come," she sobbed, reaching for me with trembling hands. "Please, James, I’m begging you. I'll do anything. Just please let me come."
