Fashioned For Sin

Chapter 35

Blair
"You taste so good," he growls against me, the vibrations making me squirm even more.

"Don't stop, don't fucking stop." I breathe with pleasure, he sucks and teases me with abandon, each motion driving me wild.

"Look at you, so responsive." He says, glancing up at me to catch my glare, the pleasure definitely evident on my face. "You love this so much, don't you? Being at my mercy?"

"Only because you're making it so damn good." I admit, my voice thick with need, he smiles.

"Good," he murmurs, his mouth eating me again, pulling back just long enough to tease me. " I want to hear you say it. Beg for it. Beg for my tongue little doll. Just like you plead to God when you come."

"Don't even think about it."

His words make me so damn flushed I could probably climax just from his words.

He knows how crazy and twisted I am, he doesn't even know all my fantasies, I'm too ashamed to tell him.

But the books I read.. I should hand him The Ritual by Shantel Tessier and he'd act out every scene, he's just as twisted as I am.

"Watch me." He replies with a smirk, burying his mouth into my folds, his tongue sucks, while teasing me with his fingers, slipping two deep inside, curling them just right.

"Fuck Leo, please." I gasp, my back arches, pleasure overwhelming me. My walls fluttering around his fingers.

"Please what huh?" He murmurs, his breath so fucking hot against my pussy.

Then he pulls back. Just enough to maintain eye contact. "Fucking say it." He says, grabbing my jaw harshly.

"Fuck. I need you Leo, please, just don't stop." I say, my voice so desperate.

He surely loves to see me beg like this.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He says, slapping my pussy playfully.

His mouth capturing me again, my legs trembling around her, pushing me to the edge.

Then he sits up and enters himself in me, "Good lord." He moans.

The sensation is electrifying, my body trembling before him as he fills me completely. "Leo" I gasp, my breath hitching at the intensity of the moment.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans, his voice low and gritty as he slowly pulls back,his length dragging against my walls before thrusting deep again. Each movement is deliberate, calculated to drive me wild, and I can feel the heat pooling in my belly as I respond to him.

"Please, don't hold back." I beg, my nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him,  feeling every inch of him inside me.

"Hold back? Not a chance." He thrusts again, harder each fucking time, hitting that sweet spot deep within me that sends sparks flying through my body.

"Fuck yes, just like that," I moan, my voice breathy as I push back against him.

He watches me smirk, his eyes darkening with last, "You love this."

"How could I not? You fuck me so good." I moan, my head falling back.

"That's right, and I'll be the only one who could ever fuck you this good. Not a single man could ever hurt or touch you, they'll be risking their life." He growls, picking up the pace, his hips snapping against mine.

"I'm so close," I gasp, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush as I feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter with each thrust.

"beg for it again." He says, his tattooed fingers gripping on my neck.