Page 63 of Spark
Call me a caveman, call me a Neanderthal. I don’t care. I’m going to use all of her holes and leave her dripping every single time.
Stirring, she makes a soft sniffling noise, seconds before her eyes blink open and her gaze moves around the room, before she tips her head back and her eyes lock on mine.
“Hi,” she says, heat making her cheeks start to pinken.
“Good sleep?”
She nods. “I can’t believe I took a nap after sleeping all night too. Being here is making me lazy.”
Chuckling to myself, I smile. “Being lazy would be good for you, amore mio.”
“Being lazy isn’t ever a good thing,” she protests.
“For you it is. I want you lazy and pampered.”
“Like a cat?” she squeaks.
“No, not like a cat, although maybe seeing you stretched out naked on a cushion could be fun.” I smile, laughing softly. “You just deserve to be taken care of and spoiled.”
“I need a job.”
“No, amore mio, you need to rest.”
“If I spend any more time resting, I’ll forget how to do anything else.”
“That sounds perfect.”
Shaking her head, she dismisses my words, and I don’t push. She’ll eventually learn what her life is going to be, without me having to force her to accept that she doesn’t need a job anymore. I can and will give her anything she needs from now on.
“What did you plan to do today?” she asks.
“You,” I say, smirking.
“Me…” She tries to speak, but the brief moment of confidence fades and her words dry up.
“Yes, amore mio. The only plans I had for today was to devour you over and over again until you’re a limp pussycat dripping my cum onto your bejeweled pillow.”
Her eyes widen, then go hooded.
“Oh, you like that idea. You need to be fucked to the point of exhaustion, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, amore mio. I’ll give you everything you need and more.”
Cradling her jaw in my hand, I lean down and taste her lips, teasing her with a hint of intensity before I pull back, leaving her straining toward me and silently begging for more. Once she relaxes, I kiss her again, not giving her what she needs until she relents. Over and over, I kiss her until her lips are pink and swollen.
Peppering a path down her body, I suck on her nipples while my fingers explore between her thighs, avoiding her clit and her entrance until her hips start to grind with their own rhythm, trying to direct me where she wants me.
Smiling against her breasts, I drag my teeth along her peak, letting it fall free from my mouth with a pop. Nipping bites over her too concave stomach and protruding hips, I stop at the top of her mound, wondering for the first time why she’s completely bare down here, the skin smooth without a hint of hair.
“No hair?” I ask, dragging soft kisses down toward her sex.
“Laser hair removal. Heather said it sold the young virgin image better,” she pants.
Fierce anger pulses through me at the thought of men paying to watch her take her clothes off. But I refuse to shame her for doing what she needed to to survive. Her path in life led her to me, and it doesn’t matter how she lived before I found her because our new life together is the most important thing now.
Running my tongue through her folds, I push it into her body and taste a hint of coppery blood. The reminder that she was a virgin only a few hours ago makes arousal pulse into my cock. I want her again, but at the way she stiffens with just the intrusion of my tongue, I know there’s no way my dick is going inside of her again yet.
Sliding my tongue out of her, I keep going down until I find her tight ring of muscle. I run my tongue over it, and she jerks, then tenses, her butt cheeks tightening so firmly I can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up my throat.
“Relax, amore mio. I promise you’ll like it if you relax.”
