Leaving her *, I pushed the dress up her stomach, keeping a check on my hunger as I bypassed her healing burn of a crucifix that those sick fucks branded on my bitch.
Feeling Lilah’s hand run down the side of my beard, I looked up to see her watching me. “I love you,” she whispered, and bam, I was over her, pulling her dress over her head, her fat tits pushing out for my mouth.
Dipping down, my mouth latched onto a tight red nipple. Fuck, she tasted of raspberry or strawberry… something. Whatever! It was fucking perfect.
Lilah’s hands slammed to my hair and began raking through the strands, pulling hard, making me go insane. She was loving it. Loving my mouth all over her body.
My woman was free, nothing in her eyes but lust. No holding back, no stupid prophet in her head telling her she was forcing me to sin. Just me and her and our fucking bed.
Running my hand down her stomach, I cupped her wet *, my finger pressing on her clit, a loud moan ripping from her mouth. Sliding my fingers down to her slit, I plunged my finger inside as I sucked her nipple harder, feeling her clamp around my finger, hungry for my cock.
Working her clit, I rubbed my fingers against her G-spot, Lilah’s breath showing me she was close.
Her * began clenching around my fingers. A flush crept up her skin, her breathing stopped, her mouth dropped, and her body went still.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Lilah called out, the moan sounding like fucking heaven as she came, her hands almost ripping out my hair as the first of today’s many orgasms coursed through her body.
Working my fingers slower, I brought her down from her high, her chest now heaving. Out of breath, her eyes slowly opened, an embarrassed smile on her perfect mouth.
“Feel good, baby?” I asked. Lilah nodded her head.
I pulled my fingers out and slowly, making sure I still had Lilah’s attention, put them in my mouth, licking at her wetness.
Lilah’s thighs clenched together as she watched me. Then suddenly, she stood up on her knees, pulling my fingers from my mouth, pressing her lips against mine, her tongue pushing inside to fight against mine.
Reaching up, I wrapped my hands in her short hair just as her shaky hand covered my denim-covered cock. Lilah swallowed a groan from my mouth as her soft-as-fuck fingers pulled down my zipper, my dick slapping to attention against my abdomen.
Breaking away, I drew back off the bed, and in a flash, my jeans were off and in a heap on the floor. Lilah was kneeling, watching me, and licking those fucking lips. Her soft skin was covered in scars, burns and that fucking bite scar from Micah. In spite of all that shit, she remained my fucking beautiful woman.
I walked to the edge of the bed, hair falling over my shoulder, and I fisted my cock. Lilah crawled forward, looking nervous, and I combed my hand through her hair.
“Can I… can I touch you?” Lilah requested, her voice breathy as she wrapped around me, pulling me in.
Letting go of my dick, I dropped my hand as Lilah timidly reached out, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, unable to meet. Her hand squeezed softly and began to move. Throwing my head back, I had to grit my teeth to stop from roaring out her name.
It felt good, so fucking good. Then her hand lowered and I felt a warm mouth gently slip over my tip. I swear I almost came right there, right then.
Snapping my eyes open, I found Lilah’s were locked on mine as she moved her mouth lower, tongue circling the tip of my cock.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so fuckin’ good,” I rasped out.
Lilah carefully, shyly, began to move her tongue faster and faster and faster until I couldn’t take no more.
Gripping her chin, I moved Lilah off my dick, her mouth all full and flush from all the motherfucking perfect sucking. “Lay on your back, baby,” I ordered, and smiling, Lilah did as I asked, her insane curves out on full show, that bare * looking too damn hard to resist.