Page 47 of Deep Feelings & Shallow Graves
She nods, gasping. “Better than okay. You just, Jesus, Blake.”
I chuckle, weak with it. “You say things like that, and I swear I’ll never recover.”
“Pretty sure you broke me first.”
My heart flips. She’s smiling. She looks happy.
I cup her cheek, stroke my thumb over her skin. “Good.”
I want her again. Need her. Need to see how many times I can pull her apart before I break with her. I kiss her, sloppy,deep, ravenous, and feel her fingers clutch at my shoulders like she knows exactly what’s coming.
“Can I?” I trail off, pressing my hips in a little deeper. “Can I give you another one?”
She nods. “Wreck me.”
Oh, fuck yes. “Turn over,” I whisper, voice shredded. “On your knees for me. Please.”
She gives me this smirk, dazed, cocky, perfect, and rolls onto her stomach, lifting her hips. Arching her back just enough to make me whimper.
The view hits me like a goddamn truck. Her ass, high in the air, thighs slick and glistening. Mine.
I grab her hips and groan, burying my face between her legs one more time just because I can. Because she’s messy and soaked and so fucking sweet I could drown in her.
She gasps when I lick into her again. Just a few long, greedy strokes of my tongue before I pull back and line up behind her.
“Need you,” I pant, guiding my cock through her folds. “Need to be inside you again, please, let me.”
“Take me,” she moans, voice shot. “Do it, Blake, don’t hold back.”
I thrust back into her in one slow push, and we both cry out. The angle’s deeper like this, obscene. My hands lock around her hips, fingers digging in as I set a pace that’s filthy, fast, and needy.
She’s moaning into the pillows, rocking back against me like she wants it harder. Rougher. Dirtier.
“You’re perfect,” I groan, hips slamming into her. “So fucking good, baby. You’re unreal. Fuck, look at you.”
I watch my cock disappear into her, her body welcoming me like it’s craving it. The sounds, wet, raw, addictive, are going to haunt my fucking dreams.
“You fit me like a goddamn glove,” I grit out. “Like you were made for this cock. My perfect girl. Look at the way you suck me in.”
She whines. “God, Blake, yes.”
“Say it again,” I growl, barely holding on. “Tell me how good I feel. Need to hear it.”
“You feel, so deep, so full, you’re fucking amazing.”
A broken sound tears from my throat. I lean over her, chest flush to her back. “You like that?” I whisper in her ear. “Like being ruined by me? Want me to fill you up? Stretch this pretty cunt until you forget your own name?”
She nods frantically, moaning something incoherent into the mattress.
I pull her up and wrap my free arm under her ribs, fucking her hard, deep, punishing, every stroke angled to find the spot that makes her clench around me like a vice.
Her thighs start to tremble and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” I pant, praise spilling from me like a prayer. “Come for me again, give it to me, baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make it so good.”
She screams my name as she comes, her whole body spasming around me.
I don’t even last three more thrusts. I slam in deep, burying myself to the hilt as I come hard.
