It’s all it takes for me to snap. I grip the back of her head, force her down harder. One more drag of her tongue, and I jerk, coming violently, groaning and thrusting through it all until my grip loosens, and she slowly slides up. Even more wrecked because she swallowed me down. Every last drop.
I’m still panting like a damn dog when she rests her cheek against my thigh, her lips swollen, her breath hitched.
“Fuck, are you okay?” I’m on the verge of beating myself up.
“I’m fine. I’m good,” she says with a sweet, goofy smile. “But I’m wet. Like really wet.”
I chuckle softly and grip the back of her neck, looking her dead in the eye. “Come here, Girly. You’re going to sit on my face so I can rectify the need in your wet pussy.”
“Um, Vinny? I’m not exactly a light daisy. And I can’t hold myself in that position. My leg…” she trails off, her shoulders drooping with the awareness of her limitations.
I drag her up, crush her mouth with mine, hot and hard, even as my dick swells again. Hovering above her lips, I stare dead on and growl, “Sit. On. My. Fucking. Face. Briella.”
Gasping as I get her in position, she grabs the headboard, her thighs spread. Her hips come down. And soaked heaven meets my mouth. I anchor my hands on her ass, holding her with my strength, keeping her at the slightest hover. Then, I devour.
The first time I’ve ever truly devoured a woman.
Her body jolts, but I control her, maintaining a strong hold. God, she tastes like sin and cinnamon. All that warmth fills mymouth, and I probe, lick her faster. I’m untrained, unskilled—not like Jude. But I make up for it with my grit, and she starts to writhe, and I let her. Love all the sounds of pleasure she makes above my face. Love the sight of those tits bouncing, those nipples hard from the cold air while she squirms, trying to claim what only I will give her. Love how she cups her breasts and tugs at her nipples.
I circle my tongue around and around her swollen clit until her thigh muscles clench. Like I’ve seen Jude and Seth do. She grips the headboard for dear life, throws her head back, and gasps and moans as I lick her through her climax, coating my face with her juices.
Careful with her leg, I lower her slowly, groaning when she throws her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine. I’m still kissing her, fisting her hair when I bring her down on my cock, sliding all the way inside her, impaling her on my raging erection. She moans like an angel, not breaking the kiss.
I take her with her straddling me, gripping her hips, helping her ride me. All those hot, wet inner walls grip me, gushing all over me. Her soft, full breasts bounce against my chest until I can’t ignore them. Burrowing my fingers into her back, I lower my head and suck her breast, rolling my tongue over the stiff nipple. She hisses and clenches tighter around me.
“Vinny,” she sighs, her gaze moving down. Tears glimmer through hazel gems.
“Say it again,” I growl against her breast, flicking the bud with my tongue.
“Vinny.”
“Louder,” I snarl and bite the nipple.
“Ugh,Vinny!” she raises her voice, squeezing all those muscles around me. My body shudders.
I lift one hand to grip the back of her neck, stare into her beautiful eyes, and command, “Scream my name so loud, my brothers will knowI’mtearing up that pussy tonight.”
And she does. I finger her swollen clit, hilt myself in her, and she screams her orgasm as I shoot my load in her.
Then, I roll her over onto her back and plunge back into her wet heat. I fuck her. She wrecks me. All night long, I show her how she makes me feel less like a weapon and more like a warrior. One serving a higher purpose.
She sharpens every broken edge of me, not to wound, but to wield me better. Sharp. Chosen. Needed.
Worthy.
55
Seth
“TRUTH OR DARE, BRIELLA.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“I Believe You”
“Buried Alive”
“Good Old Days”
