“I said I was going to use my belt on you, Av.”
Before she could speak, I brought the belt down on her other breast, making her cry out again.
“Fuck,” I drew out as I admired the two red marks. Satisfied, I tossed the belt aside. “You’re a dirty little slut, getting turned on by that.”
“I didn—”
I shoved two fingers inside her and brought them up to show her, the moon reflecting off her juices. “Look. At. That. Seems like someone’s lying.” A smirk formed on my face as I sucked my fingers clean, moaning as her taste exploded on my tongue. “Fuck. I need more.”
I let go of her entirely and slid down her body until my head was between her thighs. My hands held her thighs open as I descended, lapping at her pussy until I found her clit. I sucked it into my mouth, biting down hard enough to make her back arch. I continued to play with it, tugging and sucking until she was ready. I refused to stop, burying two fingers inside of her until she was screaming.
“Rowen! Stop! I can’t hold it!” she begged, but I didn’t stop.
Not when she clenched down on my fingers.
Not when her thighs trembled.
Not even when there was a hot, sudden rush against my tongue.
I kept going, holding her in place, tongue still moving, swallowing her down like it was my last fucking meal. She writhed under me, still trying to get away, trying to run from the pleasure her body needed.
I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were wide, shocked, as she took in the sight of me dripping with her, smiling like a deranged beast.
“I love when you do that,” I told her, kissing her inner thigh before diving in for more.
Rowen was unreal, going down on me until I squirted all over his face, only to go back for more.
I was screaming and moaning and choking while he devoured me until I was shaking through another orgasm, white-hot pleasure shooting through every nerve, fireworks exploding behind my eyelids.
“Rowen,please,” I begged.
He was chuckling as he rose above me, and I watched in awe as he removed his shirt, revealing the ink and scars on his body.
It wasn’t a view I got often—allof him. Rowen usually kept his clothes on, unable to spare the time to get them off before burying himself inside me.
“Fucking Christ…” I muttered, practically drooling over the sex god hovering above me. I wanted to taste him, to lick his abs and suck his nipples. I wanted to cover him with me, make him yearn for me the way I did for him.
“Like what you see?” he asked, using the shirt to clean his face off.
My cheeks burned, embarrassed he’d been down there forthat. I nodded as he planted his hands on either side of me, his face right above mine. His eyes dipped to my mouth before he came crashing down, kissing me like he owned every goddamn breath.
“Get on the fucking bed,” he said when he came up for air. “Ass up.”
When he stood, I moved quickly, climbing onto the bed on all fours and lowering my face to the comforter. His hands dug into my hips, dragging me back to the edge of the bed. He remained standing and positioned his cock at my entrance, pushing only an inch or two inside.
“Fuck me already,” I growled, trying to rock my hips against him, demanding more.
He held me steady with a bruising grip. “Not yet.”
I groaned and shoved my face into the bed.
Then, I heard it.
The click of a cap opening.
I gasped when the cold lube dripped down my crack to my asshole, where his finger was waiting to press inside. Shame burned through me when I moaned.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, taunting me for enjoying something so dirty. “Who knew my stepsister would love her ass played with so much?”
