She’s so goddamn beautiful, it hurts to look at her. I ache for her morning, noon, and night. Even now, after a night buried inside her, my body still burns for her, aching to feel her soft, all-consuming heat again.
Her eyebrows knit together in thought as she cuts into a waffle. “I never figured you for a dog person.”
“I wasn’t.” I slam my glass onto the island, spilling orange juice over the rim as dark memories cloud my mind. “Zeus thought they’d be good for me. I was fucked up for a long time after I got here, getting high and drunk every day, starting fights, ditching school. I should be dead.”
“Because of me,” she whispers, her eyes lowered in shame. “Sandman, I—”
I seize her ponytail and yank her head back, drawing a whimper from those perfectly formed lips “Another apology, Zilphia?” My bitter laugh echoes in the kitchen. “Keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut and finish your breakfast before something bad happens.” I tighten my hold on her hair. “We on the same page?”
“Y-yes,” she stammers.
I let her go, but our silverware lies forgotten on our plates as tense silence fills the space between us. I shake my head, attempting to dispel the dark memories from my mind, but they refuse to go away. My head swims with the need to hurt her. But I can’t—not the way I want to, now that she’s carrying our child. I zero in on her trembling hand. She’s afraid, and she has good reason to be. The monster in me lurks just beneath the surface, demanding to be let out.
I ball my hands into fists as my breathing accelerates, matching the tempo of my racing heart. A clear drop of liquid splashes onto the marble countertop, landing beside her still trembling hand. I lift my gaze to her face, seeing the trail of a single tear on her smooth cheek. It’s not enough. I need more of her tears. Before I can stop myself, I close my hand around her slender neck and jerk her to me.
I lick the wet path on her caramel-kissed skin, savoring the salty flavor on my tongue. “Tastes so fucking good.” I run my nose down the side of her face. “Cry some more.”
“The-the ba-baby,” she croaks, latching her hands onto my forearm. “P-please.”
“Be a good girl and cry for me.” I suck her plump bottom lip into my mouth and bite down hard.
My chest rumbles as her distinct metallic flavor assails my taste buds. Zilphia cups my cock through my jeans, and it twitches in response, my need to fuck her instantly overpowering my need to hurt her. Smart girl; she knew awakening my libido would save her from my wrath.
I band an arm around her petite waist and pull her betweenmy legs, claiming her lips in a possessive kiss. Our lips clash again and again, tongues tangling, every movement perfectly matched—like we’re reading each other’s thoughts. She moans and melts against me, her fingers clenched in my shirt. I cradle the back of her head and deepen the kiss. Fuck, I want her more than my next breath.
“Off,” I growl, tearing her pajama bottoms and panties down her legs.
“Yes,” Zilphia pants, hurriedly stepping out of the soft fabric pooled at her feet.
I swipe my arm across the countertop, sending my plate and orange juice crashing to the floor. I lift her onto the island and spread her legs open for my greedy gaze. My jaw tightens, saliva thick on my tongue, as I drink in the delectable sight before me.Glistening pink. My favorite color. I never had a favorite color until I laid eyes on her pussy.
I pull her legs over my arms and bury my nose into her slit, inhaling her scent into my body. My throbbing dick grows harder, straining against the denim containing it.
“You make me feel insane,” I rasp, meeting her gaze. “But I welcome the madness, because it means I get to have you.” I dip my head between her folds again and rub my face in her sweet juices. “You’re my curse and my salvation.”
“Is this all it’ll ever be between us?” she asks, her voice thick with emotion. “You hating me. Fucking me. Hurting me. I’m so tired, Sandman. I’m so goddamn tired.”
“That’s all I have to give.” I grab the maple syrup and pour the amber liquid all over her pussy.
“Oh God,” she breathes, clutching the edge of the island.
“God has nothing to do with what’s about to happen.” I lower my mouth to her sweet paradise and slowly tease my tongue along her velvet-soft pussy lips.
She undulates against my face as her sexy as fuck moans serenade my ears, making my painfully hard cock jump. I burrow my hands under her top and grasp her waist. My fingers meet at thesmall of her back, grazing the letters I carved into her flesh. That was the first night I was inside her. The first night I knew I would die a thousand deaths before I’d ever let her go.
“Best dessert I’ve ever had,” I rasp and close my lips around her clit, suckling it like it’s my favorite candy.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouts, clutching the back of my head. “I’m going to… Oh God… I’m going to co—”
Zilphia’s passion-filled cries reverberate through the kitchen as I flick my tongue back and forth over her clit. I feel the squeeze of her soft thighs against my head as her orgasm ripples through her.
“Sandman,” she gasps, frantically thrusting against my mouth. “Please don’t stop.”
I lick and suck her swollen sweet spot until her tremors subside. With jerky movements, I free my throbbing length and pull her astride my lap. My cock melts into her slick heat.Sen-fucking-sational.It’s so goddamn good, my entire body trembles.
In my twenty-one years on this Earth, I never had pussy so good it made me tremble like a little bitch. Zilphia got that top-tier pussy. That toxic pussy. The type of pussy that can make a motherfucker commit murder just to feel her dripping treasure.
I place my hands on either side of her neck, sliding my thumbs under her chin and tilting her head back until her gaze finds mine, burning with a fire that mirrors my own. “Ride my cock like your life depends on it.”
