HIS DOE HIS DAMNATION (by Vivienne) novel Chapter 47

Alaric’s POV:

Meadow looked like a fucking angel whenever she came apart from my touch. Watching her come undone was slowly turning into an addiction of mine.

The face she made, the way her grip tightened around my shoulder, the way her body stilled and started vibrating, the sounds that left her lips–I could never get enough of it.

Enough of her.

Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of her, feeling my lips twitch as she whined in protest.

She had a greedy, needy little cunt, and I couldn’t wait to give her everything that she needed. Couldn’t wait to ruin her with my cock.

Without another word, I raised my hand between us, trailing my index and middle finger along her bottom lip, painting it with her essence.

“Have you ever tasted yourself before, Meadow?”

She shook her head, her cheeks turning red like she was embarrassed. My mouth twitched. So fucking innocent, she was.

And all mine to ruin.

“That’s unfortunate,” I murmured. “Because your taste is exquisite. Open.”

Meadow obeyed without hesitation. She parted her lips, and I didn’t take my eyes off her beautiful hazel ones as I gently pushed both fingers into her warm mouth.

“Good girl,” I rasped, my cock twitching in my pants as she swirled her tongue around my fingers, licking up her own essence and moaning while at it–my good little doe.

I tightened my grip around her. I wanted her to do that to my cock. Suck on it the way she sucked on my fingers.

“Addictive, isn’t it?” I smirked. “Open wider, baby.”

Meadow did as I said, and a low growl vibrated deep in my throat. Her eyes widened slightly as I pushed my fingers further in, toward her throat.

“Relax your throat, love,” I murmured. “I’m only trying to see how well your throat is prepared for my cock.”

Her gaze turned hooded, just like I knew it would. Meadow craved my cock like air, and it craved her too, pushing against the fabric of my slacks so fucking hard.

She moaned as my fingers inched towards its destination, but that moan turned into a gag before they could reach it.

I hummed. “Tell me something, Meadow. Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

I withdrew my fingers to give her the chance to answer and Meadow choked a bit, panting for air as her eyes dropped to my lips. “Not really,” she replied. “I mean, I tried once, with Tyler, but he stopped me because he said I wasn’t any good at it.”

My jaw clenched at the mention of my assistant’s name. I hated that she’d had his cock in her mouth, but what I even hated more was knowing that he’d probably said that to her in a bid to make her feel terrible about her skills.

“He wasn’t patient with you,” I found myself saying. “Or he was just focused on your sister’s plan to ruin you.” Slowly, I let her down, and she unwrapped her thighs from my waist, her hands sliding down my bare chest as she did so, causing my muscles to tense.

“Maybe,” she said in a small voice. Though, I wasn’t even asking her a question.

I reached for the nape of her neck, pulling her closer while my other hand drifted down to cup her ass.

Meadow looked fucking gorgeous in this dress, and she looked even more gorgeous when she was coming in it.

But we weren’t done yet.

“I have so much to teach you,” I whispered, jerking her forward so my cock was pushing against her stomach. She gasped, her eyes nearly falling shut. “So fucking much. And you’re gonna learn it all.”

Meadow blinked up at me, desperation in her gaze as her teeth came down on her bottom lip. I moved my hand from her nape to her mouth, using my thumb to release her lip. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she asked innocently.

My eyes dropped to her legs, her thighs, her pussy that I knew was fucking soaked.

Without another word, I lifted my index finger, crooking it in a ‘come here‘ gesture, and she glided over to me without hesitation.

“Put this one on,” I muttered, referring to the midnight blue velvet dress in my hand.

She took it, and as she did as I said, I pulled on the sleeves of my shirt, taking it completely off so I was just in my slacks.

Meadow raised her gaze to look at me, her breath catching when she focused on my now bare chest and arms. She loved my tattoos. I knew that much.

She turned around so I could help with the zipper, and I enjoyed the way she shivered as my knuckles grazed her spine.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I plan to make you come this time?”

I practically heard her swallow as she played with her stray hair strands, back still facing me.

And then she cleared her throat. “How do you plan on… making me come?”

I didn’t say a word. Instead, I walked toward the vanity table, which had a smaller mirror, and then I sat in the chair, spreading my legs apart.

“Turn around.” My voice was low. And when Meadow turned around to look at me, I damn near lost my breath. This had to be my favorite dress yet. “Come here, baby.”

Slowly, she made her way to me, heat turning her cheeks red as she approached.

The moment she was in front of me, I wasted no time in pulling her onto only one of my thighs so she was straddling it.

“You’re going to ride my thigh,” I rasped, gripping her waist harder. “Until you come.”