As if my brain needed his command, I’m extending my throat for him and inhaling heavily,sharply, the scrape of fast air vibrating the spot he’s sucking on.
He rolls his hips, feeding me more and more, sucking and kissing all over my neck, wandering his firm hand along my thigh and knee-high sock.
A switch for something animalistic clicks on, my body erupting in heat and pleasure, like sparks crackling on the surface of water.
The moan evolving from it comes from my chest, blazing up my taut throat and off my tongue. I hike my leg higher, hooking my knee over his shoulder, practically begging for him to give me everything.
“Fuck, that’s what having a home feels like,” he groans against my neck, lifting himself just enough to tuck his chin to his chest for the view of my pussy stretched around him.
He rocks in deeper, giving me clear shot of his cock sinking so far into me, his shaven hilt teases my clit.
My eyes roll, the rapture of being filled lodging a moan deep in my sternum. Before I can try to straighten my sight, he’s grabbing my open jaw with force and pressing this thumb to my tongue.
“Suck it, Bunny,” he huffs, desperation roughening his voice.
I do as I’m told, forming my lips around his finger and sucking. He immediately groans, chomping his teeth closed and hissing through them, driving into me quicker with a crafted roll.
I feel him in my ribs. In my breath. He’s sheltering within my bones, emanating a pollution of fervor.
The shadows that carve his face are cutting, but there’s a softness in his expression, something dangerously sick and sweet, vile and tempting.
He’s watching me, taking his time driving into body like it’s made for him, as if he’s finally getting something he’s been wanting.
He drags his thumb from my suction, my lips popping, my tongue eagerly lapping out to draw his finger back in. “My pretty girl,” he whispers, stuffing my mind with a rusty moan. “You’re not gonna try to leave me, are you? Huh, baby? You gonna stay with me, let me take care of you?”
Dazed, I release his thumb with a hot pant, getting a hand around the back of his head to coerce him closer to my lips. “My body was designed to accept you inside it, Raze.”
A soft whimper echoes from his mouth, his hips slamming the backside of my thighs. He kisses me.Roughly. Deliberately thrusting in and out while tangling his tongue with mine, his hand on my thigh flexing.
Our lips smack apart, the blooming pleasure causing my pathetic sounds to get trapped between us.
“You didn’t answer me,” he hums manically, increasing the velocity of his thrusts.
It blinds me.
My brain short circuits, snapping and crackling to the internal rupture of euphoria. The only thing coming off my tongue is a raspy moan, my head bowing back into the pillow and my neck lengthening for the taut rattle of my cry.
He fucks me harder, kissing a growl to my throat before opening his jaws and biting down on my larynx.
The bellow of my pleasure breaks into coarse pieces, my nails scraping his neck and back, innately causing the same pain he’s triggering my receptors with.
Shaking and sweating in serenity, his ruthless clamp relaxes, his teeth grazing my aggravated skin and his predacious moan sinking into the depths of my soul.
His hand comes around my throat, locking tight while he drives in and out of me, a foreign sensation of warm liquid sputtering inside my body.
“Tell me,” he growls, bringing his huffs to my ear, his hand closing my airway. “Tell me you’re not gonna fuckin’ leave me, Bunny. You take it too good to not want this forever.”
Till death do us part.
My lips thrum to the pulse in my face, my vision giving out and my lungs stiffening. I claw at his back, opening my hips wider, letting him release deeper into me. “Mm-hmm.”
It’s all I can manage. My voice box is obstructed and I’m under a paradisiac that’s expanding, stretching through my vibrating body with a rush that’s manifesting another orgasm.
A strangled moan staggers off my tongue, clawing into him harder, abated to nothing but the cataclysmic pleasure the wash of sparkling black is allowing me to experience.
I don’t grapple at oxygen.
I don’t chase it.
