Page 157 of Unwritten Rules

“Oh, Jesus Christ, that feels so good.”

He continues to plunge in and out of my heat, his thumb brushing off of my clit in alternating rough and gentle strokes, the difference in friction driving me mad with desire.

“Harder. Fuck, yes,” I pant loudly, gasping for breath as I throw my head back. “Deeper. Please, give me more.”

He rotates his wrist, twisting his long fingers inside my wetness, caressing my throbbing, sensitive bundle of nerves. Each pass of his fingers drives me closer to the orgasm he teases so tantalisingly.

“You like that, baby?”

I can only nod mutely. I’m adrift on a sea of sensation, and all I can do is allow my head to fall back stupidly as he plays my body like a symphony.

His fingers leave my sex as I cry out and reach for him.

“Hey!”

“Shush, baby. I need this. I need you.”

Without another word, he scoops me against his costume-covered chest while my boot-clad legs wrap around his waist. He slams his mouth to mine as he simultaneously grinds his hard cock against my slick centre.

He consumes me with a passion I never want to see dimmed. He doesn’t just take my body when we come together; he takes my damn soul. Each and every time.

I suck on his tongue as I would on his dick, our intense eyes holding one another’s. Devilish intent is clear in his swirling, chocolaty depths as the apartment flies by around us until we arrive in the bedroom.

He unwillingly breaks our kiss, depositing me on the bed as he moves to the bedside drawer.

“We’re going to be late.” I hate to say it, but it’s the truth.

“And I don’t give a rat’s ass, Hellcat. I’m starving for you.”

My stomach dips when he lies down on the bed, his blue costume showing me just how much he wants me right now, before he smirks up at me. “Sit on my face, baby.”

I narrow my eyes at him as I slide my blue panties down my legs, stepping out of them before bending to pick them up.

I hook them over my finger and swirl them around with a popped brow as he grins up at me. When I toss them he catches the soaked garment easily.

Holding them beneath his nose, he inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering shut, making me clench my thighs together in search of relief.

“Smells fucking delicious. Now climb up here and fuck my mouth, Hellcat.”

Oh, Christ!

I climb onto his spread legs, inching higher until my mouth hangs over his. When I drop a kiss on his soft lips, he winks at me, then grabs my ass cheeks in either of his large palms to scoop me up and deposit me right over his hot mouth as I squeal in a mixture of shock and delight.

My pussy is wet and dripping right over his face as my hands land on his dark head. He lifts a hand to softly part my lips, spearing his tongue to run it from my clit down to my soaked slit.

My hands clench his hair in fistfuls as I can’t help but grind down onto his mouth.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

I lean forward, letting go of his hair to grasp the headboard of our bed, circling my hips over his talented mouth. I’m close, so fucking close.

I don’t realise I’ve spoken the words until he mumbles against my pussy.

“Ride me harder, Hellcat. Take what you need.”

Crying out, I move faster, harder, taking more and more until I feel his hand move closer to my untouched hole.

My movements falter, despite how close I am to release. “N-Nathaniel?”