With every shallow thrust, I push deeper, pausing whenever Sloane tries to throw her head back on a moan. I want her to watch. To never fucking forget this moment. So I wait. Whenever she tries to look away, whenever pleasure pulls her from me, I bide my time until her focus is back right where I want it. On me. On us. And when she finally stays riveted to where our bodies are joined, I spread her legs wider and thrust deeper until I finally bottom out, my hips flush against her flesh.
I stay there, my hands fastened to her waist, my gaze raking from where I’m buried deep in her pussy to her beautiful, bruised body. My focus lands on her face and I drink in every change in her expression as I pull out to the tip of my erection to thrust all the way to the base. Sloane’s responding moan is loud, desperate. She grasps the headboard and I do it again. This time she’s louder still.
“That’s my girl,” I say, meeting her dark and hooded gaze with a rakish grin as I lean forward. My hand folds around her throat. “Be as loud as you want. The whole goddamn neighborhood could hear you and I wouldn’t give a fuck.”
I slam into her with long, powerful strokes, my cock rolling over that piercing with every pass, making me feral with want. I’m flooded with her. Her scent and her raspy moans. Her pulse as it surges against my palm. The sight of her body beneath mine. The feel of her cunt gripped tight around my cock. She’s everywhere, in every drop of my blood, in every spark of thought, and I want to fucking destroy her for it. To shatter her just like she’s broken me. Because she brings me to my fucking knees. I want to ruin her so that she’s mine, my beautiful disaster. My wild creature. My goddess of chaos.
And I fuck her like that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I rut into her. Hard. Deep. Unrelenting and merciless. She strains against my grip around her throat, veins protruding in lines up her neck. I tell her all the ways I’m going to take her. In her mouth. In her perfect pussy. In her tight little ass. I’m going to fill her up until I’m everywhere inside her. Just like she’s everywhere in me.
And she fucking loves it.
Her arousal perfumes the air. She pleads for more. She begs me not to stop. And I don’t, not for a single second. I firm my grip around her throat with one hand, press my fingers to her clit in circles with the other and slam into her, over and over until she cries out my name and clenches around my erection as she comes apart. And I’m right behind her. An electric current rolls across my spine and my balls tighten and I’m spilling into her, shaking, my heart a riot of deafening drums in my ears. I push as deep as she can take me and relish the flutter of her pussy as it milks every drop of cum.
I want to stay buried here, to gather her up and press Sloane’s sweat-slicked body against mine as I fall asleep with her cunt wrapped around my cock.
And I will.
Later.
I pull out slowly, inch by inch, riveted to the sight of our glistening arousal as it coats my cock. Sloane’s arm is slung over her eyes as she tries to recover her breath. It’s adorable, really. She probably already thinks I’ve destroyed her.
She’s wrong.
I lean down and seal my mouth over her pussy. My fingers work her swollen clit. I’m rewarded with a shocked yelp of my name as I plunge my tongue into her pulsing channel.
“Rowan—”
Her muscles contract and our cum floods my mouth. I smile against her flesh as I collect our spend on my tongue.
Then I prowl up the length of her body.
Sloane’s hazel eyes flash, the bruises setting off the green hues in her irises as they dance between mine. I think the realization is finally setting in. This isn’t even close to over.
It’s only just begun.
My weight rests on my forearms as I hover over her. I tap one finger to her lips.
Tap, tap, tap. Open wide.
Sloane’s lips part. I spit the cum into her waiting mouth.
“Swallow.”
She does, her eyes not leaving mine, not until I crush my lips to hers.
This kiss is raw. There’s no barrier left between us now. It’s Sloane stripped down to little more than carnal want. It’s the way I’ve felt so many times when I’ve been with her. Like I’m made of nothing more than desperate need. Our teeth clash. She bites down on my bottom lip and a tang of iron bleeds into the flavors of sweetness and salt.
“You taste that, Blackbird?” I ask when I pull away just enough that I take up all the space in her field of vision.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You know what that is?”