“Let’s get one thing straight, cher. I ain’t God. But I’ll give you a glimpse of paradise before I tarnish your soul.”
Unable to stand it any longer, my mouth descends on her in a vicious attack of teeth and tongues. I groan when her nails dig into my flesh. Even through the fabric of my shirt, the slight biting pain brings a different type of euphoria.
Pain is an escape. It gives me something else to focus on, bringing other sensations similar tohowI feel when I use. And sometimes, because I’m a sick fuck, I get the same rush from giving pain.
But it’s been a long time since pain or sex brought any kind of actualrelease.Surprisingly, the small sting from her nails setssomething free.
Not that I would engage in anything like that with her.
But still…
I grip her face, forcing her mouth to let me in farther, needing to taste every delectable, desirous inch of that enticing cinnamon flavor that could easily become my new addiction. Her hands move until she’s reached under my shirt, those tiny fingers digging into my abs. I groan into her mouth when her touch feels like lightning across my skin.
I grip that mass of curls tightly, pulling our mouths apart. Staring down into her eyes, I see the lust as clearly as I feel my own.I spin her without warning or hesitation, forcing her back to my chest. I slide my hand up her skirt, cupping that hot as fuck pussy, and brush my thumb over her panty-clad clit. “I’m going to fuck you until the world disappears very soon, but I need inside you now,” I growl in her ear. “I’m not waiting for later to feel you come on my cock, darlin’.”
I wait, giving her a brief pause to refuse me. Instead, I’m greeted by the warmth of her arousal against my hand. I accept her body’s invitation by wrapping the lace covering her heat in my fist and tearing the flimsy material away from her body.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here, cher. Right by the window where they could look up and see. Out on this balcony where they can walk out at any moment. I’m going to make you scream so loud, they hear you across the river.”
She shivers in my arms but, once again, doesn’t refuse me. Not even when I push her forward and tug that skirt up over her hips, leaving that glistening cunt on display.
I drop behind her. The sight of that dripping pink pulls a groan from my throat.
“What are you doing?” Her voice reaches a couple of octaves higher, panic more than apparent.
When she starts to stand, I grip her hips, applying a painful pressure to relay my message. “Don’t fucking move.” Her entire body ripples with nervous anticipation as her eyes lock with mine. “Not one fucking inch.”
While keeping my fingers firmly buried in her hips, I nudge my nose through her slick folds, inhaling the succulent, heady aroma of her arousal. My dick throbs and pulses as my own becomes nearly unbearable, but for a taste of that delicious flavor, I will bear it.
I glide my tongue around her entrance, lapping those decadent juice as her sweet honey explodes on my tongue, making me see stars. Her soft moans caress the night in a challenge. A challenge to make them louder.
I dip my tongue into her sweltering heat, a smile tugging at my lips when her moans turn to soft, nonsensical mutterings. When I nudge her clit with my nose, she whimpers and pleads.
I can sense in the tightness of her body she wants to move against my mouth. Wants to ride it to the finish. But she’s a good girl, doing exactly as I instructed because she never moves so much as a centimeter.
I feel her begin to throb and pulse, her climax so damn close. But this littlebebisn’t going to come on my tongue.
She whimpers when I pull away. Her breath comes in shallow pants as she looks at me over her shoulder with desperation. “Please,” she cries out.
“Don’t worry, cher, I’m not gonna leave you needin’ a thing.”
Before she can grasp the full meaning of my words, I’m buried deep inside of her. She cries out at the sudden, brutal intrusion. I don’t give her a chance to adjust before I start moving hard and rough, pulling out then slamming back into her tight core.
I wrap my hand around her hair, yanking hard until she is looking at me over her shoulder. “You feel that, cher?” I grit out as I continue my vicious assault. “That’s how you should be fucked. I can feel this tight cunt clamping down on me already.”
“Oh—Mad—dear,” she stammers as I continue to take what I want. And what I want is her finish.
I yank her back to my chest, my hand snaking its way to her swollen clit. I release her hair to press on her lower belly as I drive deeper inside of her. “Come for me,cher. Now.”
With a pinch to her clit, she screams. Her voice carries through the silence of the night as her pussy strangles my dick with hot delicious torture until I find my own release. I carry us both through our orgasmic oblivion until all that can be heard is the mingling of our panting breath.
I drop my head to her shoulder, placing a kiss on her sweaty neck before I withdraw. “From now on, if it’s not like that, then don’t waste your time trying.”
I dispose of the condom by throwing it over the balcony, hoping Bastian finds it. I tuck myself back into my jeans and turn around. My eyes are met by blazing multi-colored eyes and a hard-set jaw. I toss a middle finger to my brother with a smirk.
Despite what I said to Quinn earlier, I have no problem with Bastian knowing. I hope it pisses him off as much as his face pisses me off.
I turn around to face her again. She is gnawing on that bottom lip again, and as sexy as it is, I’ve realized it means she’s nervous and embarrassed. Her eyes dart around for a second before finding mine. “I’m not easy, you know. I’m not like all those women you’ve been with.”
