And I can't help but agree. In this moment, in every moment, I am his, and he is mine.
He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around him as he blurs us to a dark corner of the room. The cold wood of a rum barrel meets my bare ass as he sets me down, making me squeal.
I glance around, eyes wide, realizing that anyone could walk in, catch us, and see what we're doing. It's thrilling and nerve-wracking all at once. My heart races and my breath comes in short gasps as I anticipate what's coming.
I think I want to get caught.
Before I blink, Rhyland has his hands on the underside of my thighs, spreading me wide as he leans in. "I'm fucking parched, baby," he rumbles, his voice a sexy command that makes me shiver. "Drown me in this sweet cunt."
His hot mouth descends on my clit, his tongue swirling over the sensitive nub with expert precision. I moan and squirm against him, already so close to the edge after sucking his glorious cock. My juices coat my thighs as I grind against his face, desperate for more friction.
And he gives it to me. He laps at my arousal, growling in approval as he devours me. His tongue works me mercilessly, driving me higher and higher until I'm a quivering, mewling mess, my hands fisting in his hair.
As I'm sprawled across the barrel, my legs fall open, splayed wide like a feast. My neck hangs off the back as Rhyland controls the lower half of my body. The rough wood contrasts deliciously with the heat of Rhyland's mouth on my core. He's hunched over me, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me open as he feasts on me.
"Fuck..." I gasp, my head falling back as pleasure crashes over me. "Yes, Rhyland." I whimper. "Make me come..."
He growls, the vibrations against my sensitive flesh making me cry out. Then he plunges two thick fingers into me, pumping them in and out as he sucks hard on my clit. It only takes a few thrusts of his skilled fingers before I shatter, my body bowing off the barrel as a scream tears from my throat.
Rhyland's hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my cries of ecstasy. But he doesn't relent, his fingers pumping into me as I clench and gush around them. "Goddamn, Angel," he breathes, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking sexy when you come for me."
I'm panting, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. But Rhyland doesn't give me a chance to recover. His mouth is back on me, licking and sucking, drinking down my release like it's the finest wine. "Mmm…delicious," he murmurs against me. "I could feast on this pussy forever."
He quickly yanks me up and flips me, bending me over the barrel, my hands splayed against the rough wood. I gasp as I feel his hard cock nudging at my entrance,my body buzzing with anticipation. I'm so ready for him, my clit throbbing and my pussy aching to be filled.
I wiggle my ass against him, biting my lip at the feel of his thick tip pressing against me. "Fuck me," I demand, my voice hoarse and needy. "Don't make me wait another goddamn second, Rhyland."
"So fucking needy for my cock," he growls, rubbing his stiff length through my dripping wetness, coating himself. "When did you become so demanding, huh?"
I whimper, my ass bucking against him as he continues to tease me, dragging his thick, veiny shaft along my slit with agonizing slowness. "Rhyland, please," I beg, my voice breathless and desperate. "Stop teasing me and just fuck me already."
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his dark timbre against my skin, prickling the air between us. His fingers tighten, possessive and commanding, while his breath skims my cheek. "Look at you," he murmurs, lips grazing the shell of my ear. "So desperate. You'd do anything, wouldn't you, my sweet little whore?"
Jesus, his filthy mouth is driving me wild, my core tightening as I gush in anticipation, just waiting for him to impale me on his monster cock. He calls me a whore, but to me, it's music. I'll happily be his whore any fucking day.
I moan wantonly, my head falling back against his chest as my body trembles with the sheer force of my arousal. "Fuck yes," I gasp, my tone sassy and defiant, even in my desperation. "I want you to wreck me, Rhyland."
Rhyland grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back as he lets out a low growl, the vibration reverberating through my entire body. His other hand is clamped onto my hip, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
"Careful what you wish for, baby," he warns his voice a low, threatening rumble that makes my toes curl. "You keep talking like that, and I might just lose control and fuck you into oblivion."
And with that, he slams into me, his cock plunging deep into my wet heat with one brutal thrust that has me crying out and my fingers digging into the wood of the barrel. "Fuck!" I gasp, my head falling back as the pleasure-pain of his possession rips through me. "God,yes, more..."
"Yeah?" He pants, his breath hot against my neck. "You want more of my cock? I'll give you more than you can handle, baby." His deep voice has my core clenching around him in anticipation. "You better keep quiet, though—as much as I love hearing you scream for me, we can't get caught."
I get wetter at the thought.
His thumb brushes over my lips, and I nod eagerly, my body thrumming with need. I'm so ready to come again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me.
He doesn't wait for my response. His large hand covers my mouth, silencing me as he pounds into me. "That's it, baby, scream into my hand," he grunts, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt inside me.
I bite down on his hand, and he hisses, his grip on my hair tightening to the point of pain. I rake my nails down his arm, marking him as he marks me. Then his teeth are in my neck, biting down hard as he slams into me. I scream into his palm, the sound of our flesh meeting obscenely loud in the quiet building. But I don't care, I am lost in the feeling of him.
His venom floods my system, making my walls flutter and clench around his throbbing cock. I can feel him twitching inside me, his thrusts becoming erratic as my blood mixes with his venom, pushing us both closer to the edge. He pulls back from my neck, licking a hot stripe up my throat, sucking hard on the marks he's left as my blood trickles down my chest.
Then he pushes my face down into the barrel, his hand tangling in my hair to hold me in place. "Don't you fucking move," he commands, his voice a rough growl. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."
I couldn't move if I wanted to. My hair curtains my face, my breasts crushed against the barrel, the wood biting into my sensitive nipples. My entire body quakes with the force of his thrusts, each one hitting that perfect spot inside me that makes me see stars.
