Sloane’s eyes go wide when she feels me gently tugging on the string of her tampon, no doubt just now remembering why she was wearing one in the first place. “No! I’m still bleeding like crazy.”
She tries to close her legs, but I keep my grip firm. “Mmm, even better.” Finally, I pull her tampon free of her body, and it’s glistening with not only blood but also her arousal, showing me that she’s just as excited as I am that I’m finally home. Seeing her blood reminds me of the first night we were together. I have to resist the urge to suck on it like a lollipop and toss it aside.
I gently fuck into her with my pointer finger until it’s coated with blood, then bring it to my mouth and make a show of licking it clean. “Fuckingdelicious.” I haven’t broken oureye contact the whole time, and her pupils that have been gradually dilating are now completely blown.
Her moans fill the air as I dive back between her legs and feast on her like the starved man I am, alternating between her swollen clit and her bloody opening. When her hands find my hair in an attempt to pull me closer, I move my mouth to her clit and use two fingers to fuck into her pussy, stroking that sweet spot of hers fast and hard as my tongue rims her swollen bud.
I feel her orgasm building as her legs start to tremble and she flutters around my fingers. When I suck her clit into my mouth, sheexplodes.She squirts onto my face and chest as her body arches off the couch. I look down, and the image of just how much bloody cum I'm covered in has meferal.To the point I’m afraid to fuck her.
My restraint is short-lived when she sits up and starts frantically trying to remove my clothes. “More. Please…I need you.”
In the blink of an eye, we’re both completely naked, and I’m lining up at her opening with my fist around the base of my dick. “Is this what you want, you little slut? Was my mouth not enough for you? You need me to fuck this bloody cunt with my cock too?”
“Oh God yes.” She moves her hips to force the head of my dick inside her. “Please fuck me. Please.”
I pull back to flip her around so that her ass is in the air and bury my entire length inside her in one hard thrust, ripping a scream from her mouth. “Goddamn,I missed this pussy,” I growl.
My pace starts slow as I indulge in what I’ve been dreaming of for the past two weeks, but the harder she grips me, the more I lose control. I lean over her, kissing and sucking a trail from her spine to her neck. “Does this satisfy my little slut, or do you need more?”
“More, harder. Fuck me harder.”
“God-fucking-dammit, Sloane,” I say before losing every ounce of control I have.Well, almost every ounce…I fuck her like ananimal.My hands alternate between her breasts and her ass, but it’s not a good enough grip. I move one hand to her throat, holding her steady, while the other grabs her hips, giving me the perfect leverage to fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone before.
It doesn’t take long for her body to start shaking again in that telltale sign that her orgasm is on its way. “Does my good girl like being fucked like a whore tonight? Is this what you wanted when you asked me to fuck you harder? Did you want me to abuse your perfect little cunt like I’m paying for it?”
I can feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, and I’m so close to going with her. I move my other hand so that both are wrapped around her throat as her orgasm crashes into her so hard she passes out.
I’m chasing my own release when I happen to look up and see someone standing not ten feet from us.What the fuck is Dean doing in her house at one in the morning?I’m sure I look like a savage, holding an unconscious Sloane up by her throat and covered in blood.Good, he should know who he’s fucking with if he doesn’t leave her the fuck alone. I’m worse than savage when it comes to her.I make eye contact with him, smirk, and wink before my own orgasm hits me. Throwing my head backwith a guttural growl, I thrustdeepinto Sloane one last time and fill her up with so much cum that I can feel it leaking out around my dick.
When my post-orgasm haze clears, I look up to find we’re alone again. I don’t know how long that asshole had been standing there, but he definitely got a show. I’m sure he’s never seen someone getting fucked that hard. I’ve never experienced anything so intense. I know I should be furious that he got to see what Sloane looks and sounds like when she comes, but the caveman in me is beating his chest.
Bringing my mind back to the woman beneath me, I slowly pull out of her, earning me an adorable little grumble.
“Come on, baby,” I say, scooping her up. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
Sloane isn’t out cold, but she hardly says anything to me as I wipe up the mess we made, bathe us, and settle us in bed. As soon as I get us both under the covers, she cuddles up to me, and everything feels right in the world again. I know there are things we need to talk about, but right now, all I want to do is enjoy lying here with my angel in my arms.
Chapter twenty-eight
I wake up to an empty bed, and if it wasn’t for the ache between my legs, I would be inclined to believe last night was just a dream. The last thing I remember was the tsunami of an orgasm that came crashing into me as Ledger fucked me relentlessly. Just the thought of last night has my pussy weeping for more.Good Lord, that man can fuck.
The smell of frying bacon brings me back to the moment, and I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face before following the scent into the kitchen. Thesex god himselfis standing over a skillet wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. He’s absolutely delectable and allmine. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist before peppering his back with kisses.
“Mmm, good morning, Angel.” Ledger turns the stove off and removes the skillets from the burners, then spins around in my arms and picks me up. My legs are wrapped around him as he carries me to the counter, sets me down, and steps between my legs. “God, I missed you.”
Moving one of his hands from my hips to cup my face, he leans in and brushes his lips against mine softly. I part my lips to allow him entrance, and he takes it without hesitation. We remain lost in each other until the oven beeps and Ledger breaks our kiss to pull out a pan.
“Cinnamon rolls?” I ask as the smell of something sweet fills the air.
Ledger places the pan on the counter beside me and grabs the frosting, dipping out a bit with his finger and holding it up to my mouth for me to taste. “Orange rolls, baby, your favorite.”
“Ooo, did you use that recipe from my book?”
“Nope,” he says, holding up a cardboard wrapper. “These are from a can. Now go sit down. I’ll bring you a plate.”
I hop down from the counter and hug him tight, looking up into his eyes. “With an extra orange roll?”
Ledger wraps his arms around me as best he can with his hands full and kisses the top of my head. “Two extra orange rolls, sweet girl.”
