“Too late to back out now, Duchess.” It’s more of a warning than a reminder.
She shakes her head. Her pillow lips twist into one hell of a devious grin. “I want to watch.”
This woman will be the death of me.
“Yeah?” My voice is a deep rasp, thick with desire. “Then you’re gonna love this.”
I’m the one supposed to be teasing her, but I’ll be damned. She flipped the script on me.
When I hook my thumbs in her panties and drag them over her hips, I tell her to lift up. She does, and once they’re past her hips, she lowers herself back to the mattress. I try to go slow as I remove the last obstacle between us.
God help me, I try.
I try and fail to suppress the part of me that needs to shatter the remaining barriers. I don’t waste a moment to appreciate the juxtaposition of the innocent white panties in my guilty, scarred hands. All of my focus, all of my senses, stay centered on the exquisite sight of her pussy.
Settled in like a sniper between Kerri’s spread legs, I place a kiss on the light dusting of blonde hair. She breathes out a sigh when I slide a finger along her soaked slit. Cries out when I inch that finger inside her. Her body sucks me in, her muscles tightening around me. It’s when I fasten my mouth on her that her elbows buckle. Her head hits the pillow with my name escaping from her on a breathy moan.
I slip my hand under her ass to hold her steady as she soaks my mouth and fingers. She tells me where she needs me and what she wants me to do without saying a word. Her every sigh and moan, each arch of her back and tug of my hair, guide me. I finger fuck her slow and steady. Torment her clit with the tip of my tongue, with her taste forcing me to grind my cock into the mattress to ease the ache. Precum leaks from me, and I imagine what it’s going to be like when I’m inside her, her tight walls around me.
I give in to my heathen cravings and nip her clit. Drive in a second finger. Her body goes taut. Her limbs stiffen and her back shoots off the bed. She’s not even breathing. I help get her where she needs to be by pushing my fingers deeper. Licking, biting, sucking harder. And when she hiccups on a breath, she makes the sexiest little cry, and I know she’s there.
Kerri stays suspended, hanging on ecstasy for a few stunning moments before crashing. Her orgasm floods over my hand and into my mouth. I drink her until she springs into a sitting position and tries to tug me up.
“Enough,” she breathes. “You’re killing me.”
I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. “You taste so fucking good.”
She buries her face in her hands, her groan muffled. “Oh, God, that’s embarrassing.”
I won’t allow her to revert to the woman she shows to the world. Not with me. I pry her hands from her face. “Duchess.” My voice is firm, and when I grip the inside of her thighs, I make sure our gazes remain locked.
And. I. Squeeze.
I push her thighs apart, exposing her swollen clit and the wetness I left behind. The muscles under my palms tense as she tries to close her legs. “Don’t.” The darkness in my tone leaves no mistaking my threat. “This,” I say, nodding my head at the pinkness of her core, “is mine. And I will talk aboutthis…” I keep eye contact with her as I separate her folds with my tongue and lick the slickness. “Any time.” Lick. “Any place.” Lick. “And anyhowI fucking want.”
Bite.
“Havoc.” Her gasp coincides with the bucking of her body, but I keep my teeth firmly latched on her pussy. The sensitivity from her orgasm combined with the spike of pain makes her writhe and groan my name like I’m her own personal god. I release my teeth as she gradually relaxes into the bed. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes hooded as she watches me climb off the bed and finish undressing.
The hint of a smile lifts her lips when I free my neglected cock. I’m struck by the raw desire in her eyes. The women I’ve been with, we share a mutual understanding. I use them, and they use me. We satisfy a momentary basic need. No passion. Or emotion. No woman has ever gazed at my naked body with such raw desire. No woman as ever—
“You’re beautiful, Havoc.”
—considered me anything other than an animal.
Her compliment rings louder than the noise of my past, pushing it to the back of my skull, where it can’t destroy this moment. She seeps into me, and this woman—this exquisite person—molds perfectly to every part of me. Each curve and dip, all of her, becomes the missing pieces to my fucked up puzzle.
Despite that, it’s not enough.
Kerri may quiet my past, but the monster it created is unleashed. It slithers across my nerves. Awakens depraved, destructive cravings. And when I reclaim her mouth, instead of recoiling, she meets me in the darkness. Our frenetic energy reverberates through me. She rips her nails across my back, and when she grabs my ass, my duchess is ready to take me.
All of me.
“I need to fuck you,” I rasp against her lips.
Kerri grinds her warm and wet pussy against my cock. “Please, Havoc. Now.”
I warned her about begging, but holy Christ, if that word isn’t pure sugar on her lips. I take myself in hand and tease my fat tip along her slick slit. She whimpers. Lifts her hips to welcome me inside her.
