Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(36)

I wasn’t lying when I said she fucking tasted good. Her cunt is addictive. It’s the embodiment of eroticism. And the way she circles her hips faster and faster, gripping my hair, urging me to devour her, is shameless and unapologetic.

The girl is brazen, and it makes me want more.

I want her to come. All over my face. Screaming my name.

She’s panting and moaning, begging and fucking my face.

“Please. Please. Please. Please. I want to come. Please.”

I chuck her other leg over my shoulder, gripping her ass with ferocity as I eat her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. She’s pulling my hair, desperate for my mouth to fuse to her pussy as I rake her flesh with my fingers, growling, wanting her fucking release.

I’m a slave to my basest instincts, jerking her body closer to my mouth, sliding her halfway off the counter with ease. Because every bit of her fucking desire has spread between her thighs and in between her ass cheeks.

And all over my face.

It’s fucking heaven.

“Oh my god,” she gasps, a hand grabbing my shoulder.

I chuckle deep and menacing because her panting sounds like a desperate whine. And it’s music to my ears. She’s coming.

Her gorgeous chants fill the space mixing with the slaps of her hand on the counter as my tongue moves faster and faster. I suck on the swollen flesh until I can feel her thighs begin to quiver. Her hand on my head viciously pulls at my hair until she’s screaming.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yesss.”

A violent gush coats my lips as she squirts into my mouth, her cum slathering my chin as I tilt my head, rubbing my cheek over her wet cunt, wanting her on me before I lick from her ass to her pussy.

Her hand falls from my head as she whispers to herself, but I don’t stop licking her clean. I want more of her taste and her scent. I slide her back onto the counter before I drag my face away from her cunt with a deep inhale and wipe my face with the back of my hand.

On shaky, unsteady hands, she crawls back to sitting, staring at me as I tug my shorts down with one hand and toe off my still-wet shoes.

My cock springs forward, bobbing heavily against my stomach.

“C’mere.”

Her panting is the only sound in the room before I reach for her legs again, slapping my hands down on her thighs. Eleanor doesn’t hesitate, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms doing the same around my neck as I lift and carry her toward the bedroom. But we only make it as far as the couch because her pussy’s a magnet for my dick.

It’s already trying to find its way inside.

I set her to her feet, spinning her around and smiling as she squeals before I bend that sweet ass over the back of the couch.

“Oh my god,” she rushes out, laughing and looking back over her shoulder as I stare down, grabbing both her ass cheeks and pulling them apart to expose her tight, puckered hole.

“I’m gonna fuck this too.”

She locks eyes with me just as I kick her legs open, forcing them wider as I line my cock up with her pussy.

I tease the tip, my tongue gliding over my bottom lip as she lifts to her tiptoes. The head of my cock is engorged, topping the veiny shaft as I drag my hand down, letting my precum mix with her glisten before dipping just inside her tight hole.

“Fuck,” I heavily exhale, unable to tear my eyes away.

My stomach contracts, eyes closing before I run a rough hand up her spine, gripping her hair and reminding her of my promise.

“You remember when I said I was turning this ass red?”

I tug her hair for an answer, and she gasps before giving a breathy “Yes.”

The tip of my cock dips inside her pussy again, cruelly teasing her and me. But I can’t wait anymore. I thrust inside, filling her cunt and cutting off her breath, losing mine along with her.

She just took my soul.

I can’t breathe…I can’t focus.

My head falls back, eyes staring up at the ceiling as I just exist inside her tight pussy.

“Tell me you’re my dirty little slut. Tell me you want me to fuck you raw and come on your ass as I turn it red. Tell me I get to use you.”

I pull back slowly, threading the rim of her entrance before I push back inside again, pulling a hard whoosh of breath from me. Then I do it again. And again. And again. Until the pace picks up, and she’s moaning, her body jostling, tits bouncing as I fuck her, my hand gripping her hair.

Fuck. Me.

No part of me wants to be gentle. I let her hair go and grab two handfuls of her ass, kneading the soft flesh as I bottom out faster and faster.

“This is my ass. Say it.”

She’s breathless, her words almost swallowed up.

“It’s yours. It’s your ass.”

“That’s it. Take it, baby. Take that cock like a good girl. Squeeze me. Make that pussy beg for my cum.”

She’s moaning loudly, constricting around me, her hands gripping the back of the couch as strings of curses spurt from between her lips.

Goddamn, this feels good. I’m hammering inside her. My fingers are leaving red marks on her ass, but I want my whole fucking handprint.

“Yes,” she moans. “Give it to me. Fuck my pussy.”

The sound of our skin slapping against each other, the remnants of her cum still coated on the back of her legs smearing between us, sounds like a goddamn sexual symphony.