When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)
Chapter 84

Chapter 84

ARTEMISIA

"How are you so wet already?" he asks with a smirk, circling my clit with his finger.

I moan, clasping his t-shirt, "Oh, shut up!"

His smirk just gets broader, and he lets go of my hair, moving his other hand under my dress as well.

"Get this off," he growls, and I comply hurriedly, pulling my sundress over my head.

I unclasp my bra, making it follow the dress as I let it fall on the floor, and my heart skips a beat as I see his eyes darken, the red flecks getting more prominent.

As he continues to play with my pussy, his other hand moves up, getting me to lean back slightly, exposing myself even more to him. His fingers travel up between my breasts, wrapping around my neck, the sparks igniting on my skin, making me even wetter. Removing his hand from around my body, he pushes them into me slowly. His grip on my neck intensifies as he adds another finger, increasing my pleasure.

He observes me with a burning gaze as I enjoy him fingerfucking me in relish, my brain going into overdrive as I can only imagine that he is preparing me for his huge cock.

I gasp, my hand darting to clutch his forearm as he adds another finger.

"Relax for me, babe," he whispers huskily, his thumb caressing my throat. "I need you relaxed if you want it to be pleasurable."

Whimpering, I take a deep breath, relaxing around his fingers, making him penetrate me deeper. He grins satisfied, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, "Good girl."

"Oh, my Goddess," I moan, my pussy reacting to him most awesomely.

Slowly, he slides his fingers out of me and pulls me back to him. I watch him sucking my juices off his fingers in a haze, causing my pussy to throb painfully with desire. As he finishes with a smile, he pulls me in for a kiss, making me taste myself on his tongue.

He shifts unsuspiciously as he is still clouding my senses with his kiss. I feel him grab onto my hips to get me to lower myself onto him gently, and as his dick starts stretching me, I hold onto him as if my life depended on it.

As he buries himself to the hilt, I throw my head back, screaming in pleasure. He lets me adjust to the penetration, leading me to move my hips in a circular motion above him.

"Tell me if it gets too much," he breathes out, his eyes now fully black.

I shake my head, my voice failing me several times before I get to moan out a "never!"

He laughs, his hands now moving back up my body, to pull me onto him even further. Kissing the side of my head, he loosens his grip slightly as he growls, "Move, little mate."

Clasping the back of the armchair with one hand, I hold onto his shoulder with the other as I start moving up and down along his cock slowly. He leans back into the chair, enjoying me riding him at its fullest.

His lust-filled eyes and his pleasurable groans make my body burn up with more desire, getting my pussy to clamp down on him.

"Oh, fuck," he growls, his finger sinking into my skin, increasing his grip on my hips.

My pussy adjusts to his cock, making me take him better and better, allowing me to move increasingly faster.

"You feel so good, beautiful," he hisses, making my heart flip in my chest. "So fucking tight."

I giggle, using up almost all my air. Rolling my head into my neck, I moan. "I can't imagine you ever having someone that wasn't tight for you."

"Yeah," he grips, grabbing my hair to

get my eyes back on him. He pushes his hips up slightly, increasing the penetration. I moan loudly as he presses his lips to my ear. "But no one ever felt so fucking good

I gulp as he moves back away, but holds me down firmly. "Do you want me to give you more, mate?"

His hands move around my legs expectantly, as he positions them beneath my thighs. My voice fails me anew as I get hypnotised by the red flecks playing in his eyes.

I want nothing more than him to fuck me raw, my mind screaming at me to let me get consumed by him completely.

There is no way I could ever not accept him as my mate, as I have already fallen too deeply for this arrogant idiot.

Slowly, I let my tongue dart out to wet my lips, my skin begging to get to feel his again.

As soon as I have nodded, he takes my breath away by lifting me up. Even before I can realise what is happening around me, I am already getting pressed against the wall next to the armchair we were sitting in just seconds ago.

Taking a deep breath, I claw onto his shoulders, fearing to lose my balance, even if I know that he has me in his arms securely.

"You have to stop me if it gets too much," he pushes again, and now I nod, even though I know that I will never stop him.

As it is now, I would let him split me in half without any hesitation, enjoying every rip and tear like the love-drunk idiot I am.

His smile takes my breath away

even before he starts moving. He starts out gently, the twitches of the corners of his lips showing me that he is forcing himself to do sofor my own good.

My legs are spread widely over his arms propped onto the wall, his body making me open myself to him fully, as he glides in and out of me.

"Harder, Fynn," I breathe out, making him clench his jaw. "Please, I need it."

He groans, increasing his pace, and I plead him further until he finally lets himself lose his resolve.

I scream in pleasure, my lungs burning as he trusts into me mercilessly, fucking me raw against the wall.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I shout, wrapping my arms around his neck as I cum hard.

Clasping his hair, he makes me lose my voice again as he continues to fuck me savagely, chasing his own release.

I bury my teeth into his neck as he loses his sanity, his animalistic side taking over completely.

Another high builds into me ruthlessly, transforming me into a moaning mess.

With a last hard thrust, he slams into me, emptying himself with a loud growl.