“You’re so fucking wet. Goddamnit, sweetheart. Look at you, all exposed and ready for me, with no way to escape.”
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“Oh, God…” she whimpers, gasping for air as I add another finger inside and place my lips over her clit. “Not God, sweetheart. It’s my name I want to hear you scream. Your moans are mine. Your pleasure is mine. This cunt―” I curl my fingers inside her, and she yelps. “Is fucking mine.”
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“I stick out my tongue and lick a long path over her throat before I reach her mouth. “You’re a stubborn little thing. Do you realize that only makes me crave you more?” I plant a light kiss on her mouth. “I can’t wait to break you, Lucille.”
She spits into my face, a deadly storm in her eyes as she stares at me, her saliva landing right above my lip. I run my tongue over it to scoop it up, then swallow it and grin. “What was your endgame with that, sweetheart?”
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“No. I would rather risk getting devoured―as Dubh threatens in his note―by a homicidal stalker who thinks he’s in love with me than get back into that miserable sham of a marriage.”
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“Shit, Lucy. I knew it from the first time I saw your picture and looked at those mismatched eyes of yours―you would suck cock like a little demon in disguise.”
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“Fuck. I knew you would like my cock. I fucking knew it, sweetheart. You’re taking me so well.” She takes me even deeper then, and I can feel the tip touch the back of her throat. “Christ,” I grit out. “So fucking deep. Just imagine how it would feel inside your tight little cunt.”
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“Oh, Lucy… I thought we had a moment yesterday. I thought you were finally accepting that you want me. Don’t you remember falling asleep in my arms? How I washed you and made you feel good? How I made you come while your husband watched?”
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“Do you even realize what a perfect fucking cunt you have, Lucille? Good God.” Every brush of his fingers against my skin makes my heart beat faster. “Touch yourself,” he orders. “Now.”
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“Count with me,” he orders. “And put those fingers back where they belong. But keep yourself contained until after the last spank, because that orgasm is mine. I want to feel you squeeze around my tongue when I thrust it inside that tight cunt. Do you understand me, Lucille?”
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“Oh, God!” I cry out, panting as he devours me. “Not God,” he groans against my pussy. “Don’t address me by that fucker in the sky. Say my name. And I’ll say yours.”
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