Page 71 of Branded Betrayal

I unbutton her jeans. She wiggles out of them, and I pull them off slowly with as much restraint as I can manage, which is next to nothing. Only a flimsy scrap of red lace covers her pussy.

“I need a condom,” I mutter, looking around the room as if one will just magically appear out of thin air. Fuck. I should have been better prepared.

She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill. You’re good.”

I loop my fingers into the elastic, slide the panties down to her ankles, then push open her legs. The palms of my hands skim over her creamy skin, and she stills, almost as if my touch alone can calm her.

“I need to taste that sweet pussy.” My mouth waters as I dip my head low, her plump pussy lips already swollen and slick with her juices, begging me to lick, to nip, to plunder. I grip her thighs, tracing her slit with my tongue before pushing into her. She bucks her hips, thrusting against my mouth. I flick her clit, suckling it gently at first. Then I launch a full-on assault until it pulses and throbs on my tongue.

She winds her fingers into my hair, pulling it hard as I fuck her with my mouth. Her cries pierce the still air.

“Oh . . . my . . . God,” she whimpers. “Please . . . I need more . . .”

“What kind of more?” I ask, pulling away from her pussy and unbuckling my jeans. I kick them off, then crawl on the bed to straddle her. I lean forward, the head of my cock grazing her pussy lips. “Tell me what you want.”

She looks up at me, her chest quaking, lips parting. I reach around and unhook her bra before bringing one breast to my lips because I’m an impatient bastard. With my tongue and teeth, I tease each one of her nipples until she’s writhing against my lips for the second time. And then I slip my fingers into her pussy, dragging them against her clit. Her hips jerk wildly against my hand.

“Tell me,” I say again. Her eyes are squeezed shut, mouth singing.

“Fuck me,” she cries out. “I need to feel you inside me. Make me come, Blaze. Please. I need . . . I need . . .”

“What do you need?” I hiss against her ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Her eyes fly open. “I need you.”

Fuck, I don’t think I can be any harder. I wrap my good arm around her and hold her tight as I push into her. Her pussy is so soft and wet and warm, I almost lose it the second I’m inside of her. She pulls my head toward her, capturing my mouth with her own. She drags my lower lip through her teeth. Her pussy clenches my cock tight, hips bucking hard, beckoning me to drive harder and faster.

“Tell me who this greedy pussy belongs to,” I growl against her lips, bringing my fingers between her ass cheeks as I fuck her with long, deep strokes. I circle her tight hole before pressing into it. She screams.

“You. It’s yours. It always was.”

“Always. Fucking forever,” I rasp. “You’re mine, Savannah. Don’t you ever forget it. Now come for me like a good girl.”

She meets me thrust for thrust, her juices flowing over me, blanketing me in everything she has to give as her body writhes. Her screams pierce the air, and her nails dig deep into my back. Blood rushes to the head of my dick, white-hot sparks shooting out to every limb. The orgasm tears through me at lightning speed and with staggering force. My heart stutters, breath knotted in my throat as I fill her.

I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can’t think.

I can only feel.

And fuck me, it is so much more incredible than I remember.

I drop a kiss on her lips, then pull out as I roll onto my back, shifting her on top of me. Her hair fans out on my chest, tickling my skin.

We lie there in silence, too afraid to speak and ruin the moment. At least, that’s how I feel.

I can’t tell her the truth about what I’m doing or about how I feel. So the wall of lies just sits between us as usual, just like a festering sore that will never heal.

Her breath is soft and warm, her lips gentle as she grazes the swirls of ink on my chest. I wrap an arm around her, my fingertips light against her skin. She squeals and wiggles, a breathless giggle slipping from her lips.

“You always were so ticklish,” I say, a grin lifting my lips.

Her eyes widen, and her head pops up with mock surprise. “Holy cow, is that what I think it is? An honest-to-goodness smile? I thought that scowl was permanently etched on your face. Color me shocked.”

I chuckle and give her ass a smack.

“Mm, again,” she murmurs. Then she whips her head around and gasps. “Blaze, you’re bleeding.”

“It’s fi—”