Page 88 of Caressed By Sin
Fatou slowly stuck her tongue out and licked her lips.
I stopped flying forward and had us hover above the sea.
“More.”
I stared at her. “What did you say?”
“Azar, I want all of you.” She leaned back, giving me an excellent view of her stiff nipples. “Not just your tongue.”
I raised my eyebrows.
Usually when the Boto Brothers drowned females in leslin, the women never knew who or what was fucking them, but Fatou was not a regular human female. She was a powerful Yumboe with vampire and demon blood.
Is Fatou aware of her surroundings?
“What’s your name?” I whispered.
She ground into me. My leather disappeared again.
Damn, you! I am your master, not her.
I commanded the material to return. The pants came back but too slow for my liking.
How in the hell is she able to control it?
She flashed her fangs and smiled. The moonlight hit those beautiful eyes. They beamed at me, filled with raw and abandoned lust.
Well, at least her eyes are no longer white.
Her dreadlocks flowed around her as another breeze blew by.
I whispered again, “What’s your name?”
“Fatou. But you know me as the Hunter.” She laughed and ground those luscious folds into my stomach. “Fuck me, now.”
I swallowed. It took almost all of my energy to keep my leathers on. An aching hunger surged through me.
“Fatou, what happened with the Boto brothers?” I asked as she moved my hands from her waist to her ass.
I bit my lip, tasting blood and wanting to feel her pussy stretch around my cock. Forgetting to concentrate on keeping us in the air, we fell a little. Only a few feet, but enough to shove me back to the present.
“What happened, Fatou?”
“Put that big cock inside of me and I’ll tell you everything.” She flashed a wicked smile.
“Tell me first,” I hissed.
She kissed me and I couldn’t help but enjoy the way her scent wrapped around my body. My hands glided up to her waist and then to the bottom of her breasts. I brushed those succulent mounds with my thumbs, allowing myself a tiny bit of release, and then halted my actions before I went any further.
“When I put that khaki outfit on you, your cock was so long and fat. The whole airplane ride, I thought of you inside me. I had to go to the plane’s bathroom and touch myself.”
I pictured her legs spread open, her fingers separating those moist lips and tugging at her velvety clit. My heartbeat banged at an erratic rate.
Damn.
I couldn’t take it anymore. The leather exploded from my skin. She laughed.
“You sure you want to feel me inside of you?” I flew us higher, up to the clouds, moving the tip of my cock to that wet inviting entrance. A smoldering heat rose from her skin.
