I stab my tongue inside her mouth, devouring her unholy scream. Heaven. Eden. Nirvana. Fuck, I don’t care. They’re nothing compared to all her walls gripping me. My skin catches fire. Her pretty hips rock. She tips her head back. And?—
—Soaked molten muscles clench and pulsate all around me. Fuckfuckfuck! I keep my eyes on her, memorizing the sight of her melting, fucking shattering for me. Ungodly moans and groans and screeches leave her throat as she falls apart. She’s coming. From. One. Goddamn. Thrust.
My balls tighten. She’s gushing all over me, her hair flailing, breasts swinging and jiggling from all her wild thrashing. Coming and coming. Merciful Christ. Impaled on my monster, she’s still coming—the longest orgasm in history.
“Look at ye.” I take her throat and hold her down before she goes too bat-shit crazy. “Such a sweet, fucking slut coming all over my big prick. My sexy Firecracker goddess.”
“Fuck you, Red!” She writhes and squeals beneath my hand, getting me harder.
Three shallow thrusts, and I explode in her. Violently. Shooting everything into her, wondering what her belly would be like with my child growing in it.
When I start to pull out, her hands grab my ass, nails digging in—that fierce, feminine wrath all over her tear-stricken, curl-soaked face. She bares her teeth and clenches around me. Blood thunders to my organ, and I’m hard all over again.
My angel. And my little she-demon.
Fucking love her.
53
Briella
“GIVE ME MORE, YOU CRAZY SOCIOPATHIC SONOFA?—”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Make Hate To Me”
“Cannibal”
“JesusMaryandJoseph!” I cry out, hoarse from all the screaming and screeching as I grip Rory’s neck, urging him on more.
We started on the floor. Then, he turned me over on the bed, spanked me over and over until I howled for him to put it in me. He fucked me on the bed, against the cabin wall inside, then outside.
Now, we’re in the butcher shop. My ass on the cold, hard counter. Hard, weathered wood. His blades hang from the ceiling, swinging behind him. More knives, hooks, and cleavers line the walls with a couple of animal carcasses. The metallic scent of blood in the air. Blood stains all around me. Rot and ruin.
It’s filthy. It’s disgusting. Raw and primal.
And I don’t give a fuck. Just as long as he doesn’t stop.
For fuck’s sake, he’s got unending stamina. And I begged for it. I practically gagged for it.
His mouth attacks mine again as he fucks me like a dog. No, like a wolf. A hungry, ravenous wolf with its jaws around me.
And I’m his she-wolf in heat.
“Give me more, you crazy sociopathic sonofa?—”
He pulls all the way out, slams back in, and I choke on a scream. Then attack him, screaming and laughing like a savage, gripping his half ear.
His mouth crushes mine. His growl resonates in my throat and surges in vibrating waves into my chest. He doesn’t stop kissing me, but he seizes my wrist, the hand on his ear, and shoves it against the window behind me. He slaps my breasts in retaliation, twisting my nipples—power-fucking me the whole time.
It’s angry sex. Passionate sex. And a hot, wild, messy mix of hate and love, fire and storm.
He’s pounded my pussy so raw, it feels like soaked flames stoking my flesh. Stretching me beyond every limitation, every way I can fathom. But the pressure throbbing inside me. All it takes is one grinding thrust for him to send me over the edge again.
Every time I orgasm, I die a little. Hate him for how good it is. And punish him for it. I swing my fist against his jaw before biting his mouth.
His teeth marks cover my throat and breasts.
