He growls—growls—and drops to his knees in front of me like I’m destined to be worshipped.
Linus pulls my dress up and buries his face between my thighs, tongue sliding through my pussy like he’s trying totaste every inch of me. My hand flies to the back of his head, hips rolling against his mouth. He alternates licking me and circling my clit until I’m shaking. Devouring me like he needs it to survive.
“You eat my pussy like you’re starving.” I bite my knuckle.
“Idomean it.” His voice is thick with need. “This pussy deserves to be licked and tasted and fucked.”
He slides two fingers into me, curling them exactly right, and my knees buckle. I cry out, hips thrusting against his face as he teases my clit and fucks me with his fingers like he’s got something to prove. I come fast, and messy, spraying him with my release as my nails dig into his shoulders.
Undaunted, he continues on, licking up every drop like it’s his final meal.
When he finally stands, his mouth glistens with me. He kisses me deep, and I taste myself on his tongue.
“Bedroom,” I say breathlessly.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, feel the thick bulge of his cock through his jeans, hot and heavy against my saturated center. I grind against him, shameless.
“You’re not gonna last long,” I whisper into his ear. “I feel how hard you are.”
“Then I’ll fuck you again,” he says, “and again. Until you forget every other person who’s ever touched you.”
We hit the bed in a mesh of limbs. Clothes ripped, tossed. His cock springs free and, Jesus fuck, it’s thick, long, dripping at the tip. My mouth waters. I want it everywhere.
“Condom,” I manage, my breath ragged.
He finds one in his nightstand and sheathes himself in one smooth motion. Spreads me open with his big hands and slides in.
Oh. Fucking. Hell.
Inadvertently, I arch under him. Linus fills me to the hilt, every inch forcing a moan from my lips. He doesn’t move at first,allowing me to adapt to his size and girth. His cock is the biggest I’ve ever experienced and I’m overwhelmed. For a moment, he stays buried, watching me. Like he wants to remember the exact second he claimed me.
“Your pussy,” he kisses all over my face, “is perfect.”
He starts to thrust. Dragging it out. Making me feel every goddamn ridge, every vein. My cunt grips him like it doesn’t want to let go.
“Do you feel me?” he growls. “My cock is yours.”
“Yes, I feel every millimeter,” I hiss. “You’re splitting me open.”
Once I’ve adjusted, he fucks me like a promise. His hands clutch my hips and he pulls me onto his cock with every thrust. I meet him stroke for stroke. He shifts angles, hits my G-spot, and I scream.
“Right there,” I beg. “Don’t you ever fucking stop.”
He doesn’t. He pounds into me rough. Relentless. Skin slapping. Sweat slick. His hand slips between us, thumb circling my clit, and I shatter. Loud, raw, pulsing around his cock while he fucks me through it.
“Gonna come,” Linus grits. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside me,” I cling to him. “Fill the condom. Let me feel it.”
He slams into me once, twice, and comes with a sound like an feral animal. His whole body tenses as he spills into the condom. I watch him, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, and I know I’ve ruined him.
He’s ruined me too.
Linus collapses beside me. We’re both drenched in sweat and whatever the fuck passed between us. My heart’s still racing. My pussy clenches at the emptiness like it’s missing an essential piece.
He pulls me close. “You okay?” he murmurs against my neck.
“Better than okay.” I nod, grinning like a woman struck bylightning.
