When she finally manages to breathe, her lips seal around me. She hunts for me with her tongue. Her bright eyes fix on mine through the tears brimming in them.
A hunger like this can’t be faked.
She’s raw, honest.
Mine.
“Keep going. Suck me. Take me.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “The back of your throat, you’re so good for letting me fuck it. I want you. Now. Forever. I’m going to keep you alive, Skylar. Going to take care of my woman like you’re taking care of me.”
My promises turn her as feral as I feel. She presses her lips tighter. Sucks me harder.
She’s thanking me too. Worshipping the brutal beast ravaging her mouth.
I. Want. More.
Grabbing her hair and pulling her off my dick hurts everywhere.
Seeing her disappointment crushes me just the same.
A growl reverberates in my throat. A sound full of need and ache.
“Why—” Her sentence gets cut as soon as I haul her up and carry her across the basement. “Where are you taking me?”
“Table.”
Before I put her on it, I strip her of her shorts, socks, shoes. Only then do I help her up there.
“What did I do wrong?” Her lips are swollen from my abuse, from stretching around me.
“Nothing.” I place both of her feet on the table, keeping her legs parted.
Her muscles flex beneath my palms, desperate to hide how wet she is. She can’t. Dirty little thing, she’s so turned on from sucking me that she’s dripping down my table.
My mouth waters as if I’m seeing it for the first time.
“Why don’t you want to—” She watches me lowering to my knees before her, how I bury my fingers in the sweet flesh of her thighs. I’m branding the unmarked skin, forcing her ass to the edge of the table. “To come?”
“What I want is”—I slide my thumbs over the crease between her pussy and her thighs. Skylar’s cheeks bloom red—“to make you feel good. Just like I did back in the farmhouse.”
“No,” she says, though her body disagrees.
Soft hands hover on either side of my head, trembling, needing to pull me closer but not daring to.
“Yes.” I suck on one thigh. The other. I’m tricking her into thinking this is the worst I’m going to do. “I have to. Have to claim you. And you’ll moan only for me, quietly. But…” I graze my teeth over her flesh. “If you want to scream, you can be as loud as you like.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I don’t?—”
Whatever else she’s had to say vanishes when my mouth finds her cunt. That’s another word I’d only seen online, but it feels natural now, with Skylar.
Everything about us is as natural as breathing.
Her choked moans drive me to push her thighs wider, to flick my tongue over her clit. I taste her lips, licking up every drop of her sweetness.
She’s beautiful. Pink, hot, and drenched for me.
Nothing’s ever come close to this.
My gaze snaps back to her face, to those eyes that I’m addicted to. That open mouth. How her body moves when she bucks in my hold. She doesn’t just want me. She aches for me.
