“You think I give a fuck?” My tongue lashes a hot stripe up that soft hollow. She cries out, body bowing off the couch. “You taste like sweet candy.”
My teeth bite then, into that hollow, claiming her.
She writhes, a choked sob escaping as I lick into the intimate crease, savoring the tang of her exertion. “Every. Unwashed. Inch.” I punctuate each word with a suckling kiss that blooms purple on her skin. “Of you... is... fuckingbeautiful.”
Her struggles cease. Surrender floods her eyes, replaced by dazed arousal. Her hips roll upward, seeking friction.
I reward her submission by hooking my fingers around the waistband of her thermal pants. They promptly vanish.
Now she’s bare except for faded cotton panties and a bra strained tight over peaked nipples. I lift her effortlessly, carrying her to the blanket nest on the floor. Her back hits the layers, her hair fanning like dark silk around her.
“Hands above your head,” I order. “Don’t move them.”
She obeys, her breath hitching.
Then I descend.
My mouth maps her world. The frantic pulse behind her ear, the hollow of her throat, the swell of breasts spilling from the bra. I bite a nipple through the fabric, it’s hard already, and her scream echoes off the vaulted ceiling.
When I peel the bra away, taking the other peak between my lips, she arches off the blankets entirely, her fucking back bowed like a drawn bow.
“Gregory-- please-- fuck-- me--”
“Shhh... just feel.” My tongue traces the dip of her navel. My fingers hook into her panties, dragging them down her thighs and onto the blankets. The scent of her arousal, so musky and sweet, sointoxicating... it hits me harder than any punch could, and for a moment I stagger.
Then I bury my face between her legs, inhaling deep before my tongue licks a slow, torturous path across her slick folds. “You’re so wet for me.”
She sobs. “Oh god--there--”
I feast. Licking, sucking, devouring her like a man starved. Her thighs clamp around my head, her heels digging into my back. Every whimper, every shuddering gasp, every convulsive clench of her inner muscles feeds the beast inside me.
I slide two fingers inside her molten heat, curling upward. She screams my name, drenching my hand. “GREGORY!”
When I finally rise above her, she’s a wreck. Her lips swollen, her eyes glazed, her skin flushed from throat to thighs, her pussy drenched and clenching.
I strip slowly. First, the sweater, peeling it over my head with deliberate tension, letting her watch the ripple of my back muscles. Next, the jeans. I pop the button, drag the zipper down with a metallichiss, and shove them off my hips, stepping free to reveal my toned thighs. The boxers follow, black cotton slipping over the hard line of my hips, revealing the carved V leading down, and down...
Fully fucking aware of how her breath hitches, I turn to face her fully in the firelight, letting her seeeverything. My palm slides down the rigid plane of my abdomen. Not just gym-perfected abs, butlethaldefinition honed by years of controlling an empire. I trace the deep grooves, fingers dipping lower, skimming the trail of dark hair that arrows down to where my cock stands thick and rigid, flushed an angry red, veins like cables pulsing with every heartbeat.
“Fucking look at what you do to me,” I grit out, wrapping a fist around my shaft, giving it one slow, possessive stroke. Pre-cum beads at the slit, catching the firelight. “This isn’t just hard, Sorrel. This is fuckingpain. See how much I want to ruin you?”
Her gaze is transfixed by my pulsing cock, her eyes wide with awe. And apprehension.
More pre-cum pearls at the tip, glistening proof of the control I’m shredding for her.
“You’re... big,” she gasps.
“Made to fill you,” I growl.
I grab a condom packet from my jeans and tear it with my teeth.
The foil glints in the firelight as I slowly roll the latex down my aching length with deliberate, trembling fingers, making herwatchevery inch of the descent.
My jaw locks, tendons straining in my neck as I fight the brutal urge to slam that condom on so I can shove her thighs apart and bury myself raw inside her.
Slowly, unrolling it slowly... down my hard, aching cock. The inner tip of the condom is already brimming with even more pre-cum.
Then finally it’s done. With the latex secured tightly at the base, I kneel between her thighs. I grip my shaft, and tease her clit with the swollen head. She convulses at the contact.
