“Maddox, please shut up and either eat me or fuck me. I don’t care, but please just take me.”
Her nipples are poking through her thin blouse. Her eyes are hooded and her chest is moving fast—her full tits calling for my mouth.
“Get naked.”
She doesn’t pause at my command. Her shirt and bra are all but ripped off before she scrambles to her feet and stands before me. She gives me a heated glance before shoving her jeans and panties down. Then she stands tall and waits.
She waits for me to tell her what to do next, and damn if that isn’t the hottest thing.
I drop the belt and almost laugh when she sighs. My girl wanted to feel that leather against her skin. I’ll give it to her, but it won’t be in some hotel room. No, I’ll give that to her when she can scream the walls down.
My shirt comes off next before I watch her talk herself into reaching out. Then my hands fall to my jeans. A flip of my wrist and they fall. She swallows thickly when my cock jumps free, the head already wet with pre-come.
“You want my cock in your mouth first? Or do you want me to eat you? Because, baby, right now, that’s up to you.”
“Can I have both?” she asks devilishly.
“Fuck me,” I laugh. “Yeah, baby, you damn sure can.”
I sit and finish pulling my jeans off. She drops to her knees so quickly I can’t stop her, giving me a long lick up my shaft before going about removing my leg. I don’t speak. I just watch her. When she finishes, I lean back.
“Get that pussy up here and let me feast, woman.”
She giggles as she climbs onto the bed. When she kneels just above my head, I look up at her wet pussy. Spreading her legs, she scoots forward slowly. Fuck this.
I grab her hips and pull her roughly to my mouth. She falls towards the bed before catching herself. I feel her hot breaths dancing across my tight skin and groan against her core. She doesn’t waste a second before wrapping one slim hand around my cock and pumping softly. When I feel her tongue come out and lick around my swollen head, I bite her clit.
After that, she moans around my cock as we feast on each other. Her tongue is swirling around each one of the bars on my shaft and circling around my girth. When she pulls on the ring pierced through the head, I grunt.
Then I bring my hand down hard on her ass. She pulls off my cock and screams. Yeah, that’s right, Em. Fucking swallow that cock.
I know she’s getting close, and as much as I want to feel her wetness on my face, right now, I want her coming on my cock.
She gets one long swipe of my tongue before I pull back and kiss her quivering thigh. I can feel my dick pressed against the back of her throat, and I wait for her to move her head up before I slap her ass again.
“Get up here and ride my cock, Emersyn.”
She fumbles and almost falls headfirst off the bed, but after she gets herself steady she turns and climbs up my body. Her lips hit mine and her tongue comes out to lick herself from my lips and tongue. Then she impales herself, causing us both to cry out.
“Fucking hell, Em. Best fucking pussy ever. That’s right, angel. Ride that cock hard.” I smack her ass twice.
Her lips crash back to mine as she takes my body just as hard as I knew she would. My hips thrust to meet hers and my hands stay on her waist to help drive her down on my hard flesh. My balls—so painfully tight—slap against her with each slam.
Her nails are pressed deep into the skin on my shoulders. The moans that are rolling off her tongue are like some sort of delicious song. A song that drugs my senses and has me yelling out my release just seconds after her walls clamp down and her juices—that delicious fucking honey—coats my balls.
When she breaks the silence with, “I think we need to work on that roaring, you sexy man,” a smile breaks out on my face and I throw my head back and laugh.
CHAPTER 34
Emmy
This is it.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for him to be ready for.
But as we stand in front of the massive house that radiates the malevolence that is his family, I feel fear stark, cold terror.
I have no doubt that he’s ready to tackle this. My faith in him isn’t in question. No, my terror is all my own. I have felt nothing but raw hate since he told me of his horrifying past. Each pain that these people inflicted on him fills me with the kind of anger I never thought I was capable of feeling.
I want to physically harm them. I crave a weapon that would put their blood on my hands. Even when I was stuck back at Syn and living my own personal hell, I never felt this kind of energy literally take over my being.
Every second we stand here only makes it worse, until I’m positive that I could lash out with just a flip of my hand and shoot lightning from my hands.