What?
Reaching for the apple again, his chest leans over my body, pressing me further into the countertop, my hip bones grating against the edge.
“Open wide, Taryn,” his husky voice taunts.
I shake my head.
He’s going to shove that thing in my mouth.
He slaps my ass, and my jaw instantly falls open from the discomfort. Seizing the moment, he shoves the fruit inside. My teeth sink into the flesh, releasing the sweet juices that sit on the surface of my tongue and trickle down my throat.
Gripping onto his massive length, he drags the tip through my seam. “I have to train your jaw to stay open for long periods of time, so you can swallow my cock.”
In one brutal thrust, he impales me. My teeth clamp down on the apple, and the ache in my bones is already present.
“Just like that,” he moans, using one hand to lock my body in place against the kitchen counter as the other strikes my skin again. I shriek, quivering beneath him.
“You must like the pain, baby, because you’re pulsing around my cock.”
God, what is wrong with me? I am so turned on and fulfilled by this that I would be utterly content with dying right now, and I haven’t even orgasmed yet.
Wait. Can an orgasm kill you?
If so, I’m betting this one will.
I can see it on my headstone now:Here lies Taryn Meyers. Resting in peace after she let Colten Lindenvale obliterate her vagina and deliver a heart-stopping climax.
His flexing hips retreat and then smack against my ass, his dick hitting that tender spot that shoots adrenaline and euphoria to my clit and quickening heart.
Spit and juices from the apple drip down my chin and onto the countertop, tears pouring down my face as my hot cheek moves across the hard surface with his powerful thrusts.
His head lolls backward. I love that I make him this unhinged. But I guess he kind of already was, so maybe it’s not me.
The thought is nice, though.
Colten’s eyes clash with my watery ones. He smirks, pounding into me to drive himself deeper.
“You take every inch so perfectly. You love being full of me, don’t you? The only thing that will taste sweeter than the juice from that apple is my cum on your tongue.”
That’s all it takes. I moan, the noise muffled by the sweet fruit lodged between my teeth. My eyes flutter closed, my walls clamping around him as I plunge over the edge, soaring through a dark sea of stars.
He rips the apple out of my mouth, and it rolls across the counter.
My orgasm is so intense that his voice sounds like it’s underwater with me in my sea of pure bliss. “Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, Little Ghost.”
The movements of his hips become more ragged as I begin to shake.
“Colten—” I stammer lightheadedly.
Maybe it’s the way I say his name, but his cock pulses against my walls, and he hastily pulls out, shooting white streams that fall in ribbons across my back. He places both palms on the counter, leaning his weight over his arms. His chest rises and falls against me uncontrollably.
Something is flickering in his eyes, but I don’t have enough time to analyze the look as he swipes something across my back. My hooded eyes peer into his as he thrusts his fingers coated in his arousal between my lips. His salty flavor mixes with the juice from the apple.
And he’s right; he tastes a whole lot sweeter. Lethally sweet.
He doesn’t say a word.
Neither do I.
