He doesn’t need to finish. I can feel the lethal threat in the gravel of his voice, a promise of violence that should scare me but instead makes me clench with an answering heat.
He stares, utterly fascinated, as he slides himself against my soaked folds, coating himself in my arousal. Seeing no issue with his possessive, dangerous state of mind, he lets out a soft, approving groan at the friction.
“Never once have I wanted it raw,” the words leave him on a soft, awed breath. “But your pussy looks like it wants to suck me inside.”
My inner walls quiver, fluttering helplessly each time he grazes my opening. Without thought, without hesitation, I’m nodding, my head pressing back into the pillow. “Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.” He uses the praise like a weapon, knowing what it does to me. At the same time, he presses forward.
Just an inch or two at most, but the stretch is a burn. I gasp, my back arching. A little pain is the cost for pleasure, but he feels bigger than I was expecting.
Then he stops. He hovers over me, his body caging me in, his eyes holding mine captive. The pressure is immense, a delicious, unbearable fullness waiting to be completed.
“Relax,” he commands, his voice a low purr against my lips. “If you don’t, you’re going to make me fill you up far too early.” His hips give a tiny, torturous shift, and I whimper. “Does my little pussy want my cream that badly?”
The crude words shouldn’t send a fresh flood of heat between my legs, but they do. I moan, nodding.
“If you do,” he continues, a wicked promise in his eyes, “then I can go a few rounds. If that’s what it takes.”
I let go, my body going pliant and soft beneath him, accepting the burn, welcoming the stretch.
I am his old lady. The words echo in my mind, and with them comes a stunning realization. If I am his, then that must make him mine. He is all mine. This dangerous, beautiful, brutal man belongs to me.
My hands, which were braced against his chest, slide up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, and I drag him down to my mouth.
Just as I open up for him, he thrusts forward, taking every inch he has to give. Once he’s fully sealed inside,he’sthe one twitching.
I kiss him with all the desperate, claiming fervor in my soul. He groans into the kiss, a sound of pure surrender, and I feel a corresponding warmth fill me as I suck on his tongue, mimicking the rhythm I crave from his hips.
It’s the twitch of his cock, the telltale that he wasn’t joking. Never have I felt more complimented.
He curses against my teeth, a ragged, filthy word, and shoves a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies, his thumb finding my clit without forgiveness.
The dual assault is my own undoing. His cock starts plunging into me, each stroke hitting a spot deep inside that makes me see stars.
My orgasm shoots through me, a silent, screaming supernova that whites out my vision. I cling to him, my nails digging deep into the hard muscles of his back, grounding myself as he keeps rocking, milking us both of every last shuddering wave of pleasure.
Once he’s stilling, we’re both fighting for our breaths.
“Give me five minutes.” He frowns as he stares down. “No, with this view, make it three. What just happened was a warm-up. I swear, I’m great at this.”
I don’t mean to laugh, but I can’t stop a round of giggles from escaping me. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, I think his gaze grows even softer.
If this “warm-up” is anything to go off of, then I’m pretty sure I’ve got my work cut out for me for whatever comes next.
13
Ripper
“So, what happens now?” Curled up at my side, Haven’s hair tickles my chest.
“With us, or in general?” Assuming the former is obvious, I think about the latter. “I’m going to help take those guys out. Blaze? I’ll make sure he gets what’s coming to him.”
He scared her pretty good, planned on taking her as a bonus, and almost killed Judge. I think the list is already too long, and I’ve got no intention of letting it grow any longer.
“If they get taken out, what’s going to happen to Meadow Falls?” She frowns as she stares ahead. “They’ve always been a terror since I was a kid…”
I get where she’s coming from. I do.
