Precarious(43)

“Motherfucker,” he gasps. “As sweet as I knew you would be.”

“Oh God,” I whimper. “Krypt, it hurts.”

“It’s meant to hurt,” he growls. “Pain makes pleasure feel so much fuckin’ better.”

He releases my face and stretches his arm down to find my clit. He gently strokes while he pulls his cock out and slowly inches it back in, letting me feel the burn. A fire ignites inside me with each slow thrust, and soon my clit is throbbing for more.

“I’m goin’ to make you wetter,” he snarls, pulling his cock out and spinning me around. He takes my hips in his hands and he lifts me onto the sink, spreading my thighs.

“Look at you, Ash,” he admires, his voice husky and low. “Look at your sweet arousal coating your legs.”

I stare down and he’s right; my thighs are damp from my arousal. I bite my bottom lip as he lowers to his knees in front of me before pressing a soft kiss to my clit. Then he’s sucking it. The man goes from ice to fire in a matter of seconds, and it beats me to know how he does it. He can be so hard and cold, and then suddenly he’s making everything disappear until all I can breathe is him.

He licks my pussy, devouring it, sucking, and licking until I’m shamelessly screaming his name. Then he slowly rises until we’re the same height again. He leans forward and I can see my arousal dampening his gorgeous lips. “Suck it all off, Ash. Now.”

My eyes widen. “W-w-w-what?”

“Suck your sweet taste off my lips.”

Oh my God.

My mouth drops open as I stare at myself on his lips. Then I think about taking his bottom lip into my mouth and sucking. My entire body shoves me forward, not giving my brain a chance to kick in. I am millimeters from his lips when I look up at him; his eyes are on me, his expression fierce. His gaze tells me to move it, so I close the gap.

I take his bottom lip first, sucking it into my warm mouth. He groans and his hands find my hips so he can pull me closer, until my exposed pussy is pressing against his belly, coating him. Oh God. This is so erotic, so dirty, and so indisputably wrong in the best possible way. Tasting myself on his mouth has everything in me wanting more.

I release his bottom lip and snake my tongue out, running it over his top one. His growls turn into feral hisses. Impatient, he pulls my hips forward more, and then he’s inside me again. A throaty moan escapes my lips as he begins fucking me; real fucking, not the tedious kind. No, this fucking is raw, brutal, hard and dirty. His hips slap against mine, his cock bringing the perfect kind of pleasure and pain. My nipples rub against his chest as I bring myself closer.

I take hold of his bottom lip, loving the way his chest rumbles in appreciation as he fucks me. I suck, lick, and devour myself off him while he takes me in a way I’ve never been taken.

I find my orgasm first. Heat begins rushing up from my toes until my entire body is hot, desperate for release.

With one more perfect thrust, I come. I come so hard my teeth sink into his lip and our feral cries fill the room. Then, in a blur, I’m being flipped around and bent back over the sink. His hands fist in my hair and he fucks me so hard my pussy aches in the most delicious way. I can see us in the mirror; we look like wild animals on the edge of frenzied passion.

“Watch me come,” he barks. “Watch me fucking come inside you.”

My eyes are on his at the exact moment he explodes inside me. His eyes almost roll with pleasure, hazing over as he goes off into another world. His lips part and his head drops back, feral hisses and groans escaping his lips as his thrusting slows, until he’s dragging his cock in and out lazily.

“Holy shit,” I breathe when he stops thrusting and his head finds my shoulder, his big body stretching over mine.

“Holy shit, all right,” he pants. “I’ve decided somethin’, right here and fuckin’ now . . .”

“What’s that?” I whisper.

“I’m fuckin’ keepin’ you, Ash. Because there is no way I can go through my life without feeling that kind of intensity again.”

My heart feels like it stops beating.

He wants to keep me?

What if I don’t want to be kept?





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Cleaning up is interesting. I have our arousal all over my body, and so does he. His chest is still damp from having my pussy resting against it. We’re a stunning mess. Showering is the best option, so we both get in, our hands discovering each other’s bodies as we lather up and get clean.

When we’re done, I dry and dress, and Krypt pulls on a pair of clean jeans and nothing else. My breath comes out in a whoosh as I watch him moving around the room, his body so darned sensational I want to take my tongue to it and lick every single perfect inch. He’s divine, like heaven wrapped up in tattoos.