He laps me up, sucks, licks, and kisses faster than before, increasing his speed with every second. His hands are on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he eats me up like a hungry wolf. I can see it all; his head diving between my legs, his strong muscles moving with the rhythm of his tongue, his arched back, his hot ass sticking up as he licks me until I moan. And then his eyes … oh, those radiant blue eyes bore into me when he looks up to meet my gaze in the mirror. Piercing. All-consuming. He knows that he owns me. With a tug and a lick, I know it, too.
Oh, God. I can’t keep it together. It’s too much, too good to resist.
“Yes, come for me, little fairy. Come. Now.” I’ve missed his rough voice commanding me so much that I come apart from the sound alone.
The convulsions are immense. Wave after wave, my body rocks with his licks, while he keeps licking, intensifying the orgasm. I mutter silly words, moaning half of them, lost in ecstasy. But I don’t care anymore. All I want is his body on mine, his skin touching mine, his mouth on mine, and the rest is history.
With a signature lick, his face comes up again, a giant smile on his face as he looks at me from under his eyelashes.
“What do you want? What do you need, Lillith?” he asks.
“You.”
“No, what do you truly wish?”
I gasp. I remember this conversation. “Freedom.”
Through the mirror, he winks at me. “Then let me give it to you.”
He gets up on his knees and parts my legs, moving forward with his cock in his hand. I gasp as he brings it to my entrance and swipes it along my pussy, coating it with the wetness. But he doesn’t thrust in, leaving me with a begging wantonness.
“Is it this that you want?”
“Please …” I whisper.
“Say it then, my little fairy. Admit to yourself that you need my love, and maybe I will give it to you.”
“I need it,” I say desperately.
He pushes the tip of his cock in, swiveling it around and driving me nuts.
“You need what?”
“I need you. I need your cock. I need your hands. Please, anything,” I plead.
He smiles, looking me straight in the eye through the mirror. “Look at yourself when you say it. Now tell me again, who is that you need?”
“I need you, Mister Brand. I need your love. Please, give it to me.”
A tear trickles down my cheek as I say the words that destroy the walls that I’d built around my heart. Speaking these words isn’t what breaks me—it’s believing them.
“All right, little fairy. I’m going to claim you as my own again.”
One big thrust is all it takes to have me moaning out loud. His cock fills me to the brim, and then some. My brain turns off and all I can think of now is fucking harder, faster, fuller, feeling him close to me and melding together as one.
He slides in and out with rhythmic strokes, careful not to hurt me, but passionate enough to show me that he means business. I can see it from the look in his eyes as he fucks me, how a single thought dominates his mind; she’s mine and I am hers.
Together we’re lost in ecstasy as he fucks me, gripping my legs tight as he pushes deeper with unending lust. He growls with each thrust, sweat drops forming on his forehead and bulky arms as he digs his fingers into my skin. His gaze is solely focused on me, our eyes never ceasing contact through the mirror.
One of his hands finds its way to my breast, cupping it and squeezing it, tugging my nipple until I squeal. This makes his cock pulsate inside my pussy and makes him thrust even harder, faster, his need insatiable.
“Do you want this?” he says with a husky voice laced with hunger.
“Oh, God, yes,” I say.
“Want me to come inside you?”
“Yes!” My body bounces up and down with his thrusts.
“Beg me, Lillith. Beg for me to fill you up with my cum.”
“Please …” I whisper. “Give me your cum.”
He slaps my breast, my eyes widening at the sudden pain.
“Louder. And look at yourself when you say it.”
I gaze at myself being fucked in the mirror, and shout, “I want your cum, Mister Brand. I want it so badly.”
The smile plastered on his face makes me blush. “You’re mine, Lillith. And my love is yours.”
He thrusts in deep three times, his face contorting in beautiful bliss before his cock explodes inside me. I can feel it gush, droplets entering me, filling me, the warmth engulfing me whole. His pulsating cock keeps going, keeps pumping into me, sweat trickling down his jaw, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as I watch his eyes roll into the back of his head. God, I love it all.
And I don’t even hate myself anymore for loving it all.