I would never tell her, even though she knows, that I’ve had a lot of women. Not overly proud of it and haven’t touched anyone else since the summer. Her taste is so damn heady a man could lose his mind. I do lose myself in her, in the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted. I’m drowning with pleasure, going down straight to the bottom of the black as night ocean.
I lick her again, long hot strokes that makes her whole body tense up against me. I spear her with my tongue,fucking her with my mouth where my cock is going to be in just a few short minutes. My dick happily agrees. The bastard kicks and leaks pre-cum all over me, the silky wetness coating my belly since the bastard is standing straight up. The shower’s spray isn’t hitting me, so I know that’s all her, driving me insane.
I eat my fill of the most beautiful pussy ever created before I attack her clit. I launch a hard assault, flattening my tongue and using it like a weapon against her before I nip and suckle the tight bud into my mouth.
“Come for me,” I command as I give her another hard pass with my tongue. “Right fucking now.”
I don’t actually look up to see if she sees me or not. I have no doubt she felt the words against her skin and knew what I was saying. She shatters, her body vibrating and bucking into my mouth, her nails grinding hard into my scalp. She screams my name and her voice reverberates around the shower closing us in, bounces off the glass and comes back at me. Her juices soak my face, and I lap at them like a man who hasn’t had food or drink in years. She’s so perfect, the sounds she makes, the violence of her climax, her scent. Fuck, knowing that I’m the only man who has ever done this to her, knowing that she saved this, her purity and her innocence, for a bastard like me, adds a whole different level of thrill.
I set her down gently while I pull back, watching with satisfaction the way her legs tremble when her feet hit the tiled bottom of the shower.
Her eyes flutter open and I’ve never seen anything so magnificent. Her lips, swollen from my kiss, bearing the twin indents of her teeth where she bit into them when she came, her eyes blazing with a strange peaceful light that I’ve never seenbefore. Her whole face softens and suffuses with love when she looks at me and I can’t bear to see it. Not yet. Not when I’m so far from done with her.
My cock aches so badly that it momentarily steals my breath. Fuck, the thought of her tight warm cunt all around my cock, seated so deep inside of her that she can feel me up against her womb, turns me into a wild raging animal that sees red. The red haze of desire. Of carnal hunger like I’ve never known before.
She was the one who asked me for this. Who begged me for it.
I’ll give her what she wants. I’ll make her a woman. I’ll make her mine. Mark her and ruin her and bend her to my will.
I grip her hips and pull her roughly up against me. She wraps her legs around my waist on instinct, and I slam my mouth to hers, swallowing her hoarse cries. I let her feel the length of me, my hard, pulsing shaft, in her belly as I grind my hips into her. Her body quivers against mine in response and when I fit my hand between us, I find her soaking wet again, her juices beading down her thighs.
Fuck me, she’s going to be the death of me. She’s so wet and ready, swollen and ripe, like a fucking fruit just hanging there on the branches, waiting for me.
She nips my lip hard enough to bring that haze of red roaring back. Her eyes open and she stares up at me with a mix of wonderment and fear in her eyes. The hunger there brings out the blue flecks.
“Edge,” she moans, and I love the sound of my name on her tongue. I fucking hate that she can’t hear what she sounds like, her voice raspy and thick, raw and sugary, begging for my dick.
Her hand untangles from my neck and reaches between us, her touch searing a permanent brand on me the same way she’s already carved her name across my heart. It never beat right for anyone else, not with those four letters emblazed in it, written in blood. The same way I’m going to write four on her heart.
I let out a hiss when she wraps her fingers around my shaft. She runs her hand down the hot, hard, length of me, tracing the veins and the velvet skin before her palm slips over the silken tip. I let out a sound that I wish she could hear, but obviously the vibration of it doesn’t escape her notice, because her ocean drenched eyes widen and her lids get heavier.
“I’m gonna fill you so full that you’ll always know who you belong to.” I say.
She keeps her eyes trained on my face. To someone else, it would feel unnatural, to have her burning gaze like a brand there, but not to me. It’s Harley, and I know those eyes are her ears and I want her to hear every word I’m saying to her.
I don’t wait for her to nod, because her hand slips away from me and she locks both around my neck. She keeps her eyes on mine, watches me as I reach down and grip my cock. I guide myself to her tight, swollen heat. She’s so slippery with arousal that it pulls me right to her impossibly tight entrance. I rest the head of my cock there, giving her a taste of what’s to come.
Fear flickers across her face for the briefest second, uncertainty flashing in her eyes, mingling with the brutal hunger. Her nails dig into the skin at my shoulders and her legs lock around my waist, her heels digging into the skin of my ass, as she braces herself. I watch her eyes, drowning in them, right before I flex my hips.
I’m not gentle. I’m raw and wild. I don’t hold anything back. I thrust hard, smashing through her virgin barrier. I watch it all, the pain that glistens in her eyes, the shock that parts her lips, the flare of her nostrils, the bright flush that highlights her cheekbones. Ifeelit all, the way every single muscle tenses up against me, around me, and god help me, I love the way she screams my name as I seat my entire dick inside of her with a single hard thrust.
Chapter Sixteen
Harley
Ifeel like Edge is splitting me in half. His cock pulses wickedly inside of me, sharper than a blade, a deadly weapon that could destroy me. There was a sharp jab of pain as he thrust inside, but then it started to transform into something else.
His fingers dig into my ass, spreading me wide and supporting me at the same time. And then slowly, achingly slowly, with fluid precision that leaves me seeing stars, even behind my closed lids, he shifts his hips, dragging his thick length out of me.
Now he’s not inside me, I suddenly feel empty. I wasn’t sure how it would feel. I fantasized about this moment for so long. Late at night when I couldn’t sleep, when desire held me in its grip, I’d slip my hand between my legs and slowly circle my clit, bringing myself to orgasm and imagining the feel of Edge inside me.
His warm thumb on my lips jerks my eyes open. I stare up at him just to realize that he’s saying something. I blink hard and shake my head and he lowers me slowly, with such care that I want to let more tears out, but I don’t dare. My toes hit the warm tile then the rest of my foot follows.
Edge’s hand falls to my chin and he tips it gently so that I’m forced to look up at him. “Are you okay, darlin’?”
His words hit me in my burning chest as I struggle to drag in another breath. They envelop me, wrap around melike a gentle breeze on a sweltering day with the kind of humidity that plasters your skin and clothes to your body.
I nod.
