Free Dark Needs (Tales of Dystopian Decadence Book 1) by Finley Blake

tongue delved into me again and I wriggled against his mouth, sighing. Every lap of his tongue against me felt better than the last as the scalding tingle along my rear receded. I felt my body trembling on the edge of orgasm at the thought of the proposed scenario.
    “Please,” I whispered.
    He pulled away from me and I heard him rise to his feet, then felt him press his erection against my bottom. “Please what?” he asked.
    “Please fuck me.” It was a whimper and I squeezed my eyes shut, as if I could deny how much I wanted him just by closing them.
    “Not just yet,” he murmured. As he slid his hard, heated length between my wet lips, swollen with arousal, his hands squeezed and fondled my buttocks. “Perhaps you like the idea of sharing you, but you refuse to admit it. What would you think of straddling me, taking my cock inside you while others touch your body?”
    Oh my… I didn’t doubt for a moment that he would do such a thing if he thought it would further his personal plans, and my hips bucked back toward him in a silent plea for him to alleviate the ache I felt deep inside.
    “There’s my girl, so ready when I want her to be.” I felt movement at my arms, then freedom. Two hands held my waist and moved me up on the bed to straddle him as he lay beneath me, his stiff cock ready to penetrate my willing body.
    “Watch me when you fuck me, Adette,” he said.
    Doing as he commanded, I quickly averted my gaze from his face down to his naked, muscular body. The heat in his dark eyes was too much, so I focused on the way his stomach tensed with excitement.
    “Ride me,” he said, reaching up to push my tousled hair back from my face. “Fuck me like you really want me.”
    “I…”
    His other hand reached beneath my skirt and he fingered my clit, then pinched it, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. “What was that?” he asked. “Don’t you want to come? I know you do, but I’m not going to do it for you this time. If you want it – if you’re so in control of yourself – then come and get it.”
    As his hand moved away, I felt bereft of the warmth and sought contact once again. I lowered my hips over him, rubbing my vagina along his throbbing erection. With a gasp of pleasure, I sank down atop him, taking every inch until he was balls deep in me. When I thrust closer to him, my clitoris rubbed against his pelvis and I clamped my hands down on his shoulders.
    “That’s it, you want this,” he said in a soft, almost soothing voice. “Take it, my slave.”
    I moved once again, panting with delight every time my clit brushed against him, and his cock stroked along the inner walls of my dripping wet cunt. Before I knew it, I was riding him as hard and fast as I could, thrusting my hips back and forth against his until my whole body shook with ecstasy. His hands gripped my hips and he pumped his seed into me with a groan of “Adette…”
    As soon as my body stopped twitching with orgasm, I slumped atop him, my face buried against his neck. For a moment I just lay there, inhaling his scent, and sighed. It was the first time I could remember feeling warm and safe, like I was with someone who understood me and knew what I needed.
    I didn’t want it to end.
     

Chapter 8
    When I awoke, it took a moment to remember where I was. My sleep had been so deep and blissful, my dreams so vivid, I thought maybe the night hadn’t actually ended.
    “Rise and shine.”
    I rolled over and looked at Icharus, who was perched on the edge of the bed. It was difficult to conceal my smile as I asked, “Did you seriously just say that?”
    “Well, I don’t know how serious I was, but…”
    I pushed myself up on my elbows to glare at him and said, “You know what I mean.”
    “I do,” he answered with a chuckle. “Do you want some breakfast?”
    I slid my gaze to a tray on the small round table across the room. It was then that I caught the tempting odors wafting from it. “Bacon?” I asked.
    “The