Page 53 of Blackwood

“Suck it.” He pulled me forward and gripped the back of my neck with his free hand.

I opened wide, and slid him as far into my mouth as I could. It wasn’t far enough for him, because he yanked me onto his cock, the tip pressing into the back of my throat. I gagged and sputtered. He pulled out and thrust again. I dug my nails into his thighs and tried to pull away from him. But, as with everything else, if I tried to escape, it only made him tighten his grip.

He forced his cock head into my throat and held me in place as my tears ran and I beat at his thighs. “Fucking take it, Red.”

I needed air. But the only way to get it was to give in to him. I stopped struggling. He pulled my head back and let me take a breath.

I went back in, sucking on his head and taking his shaft deep. He grunted, the sound masculine and sexy. My panties stuck to me, but I wanted to please him more than anything else. I rose up higher on my knees and pressed my elbows along the tops of his thighs as I bobbed on his cock. He guided my strokes, holding my head in place as I rubbed his cock against my tongue.

Wet sounds echoed around the library as he began thrusting, fucking my mouth.

“I’m going to shoot down your throat.”

I’d never taken a man into my throat before, but I wasn’t about to stop. Garrett groaned and grunted, each thrust harder than the last. I took in noisy breaths around his cock, but didn’t stop sucking and licking.

He tensed and yanked me onto his cock again. I couldn’t breathe, but he held me in place as he thrust once more. I closed my eyes and concentrated on him. His hands, his cock, his scent. I wanted it, all of it.

He groaned as his cock thickened in my mouth and his come coated my throat. I pressed my tongue to the bottom of his shaft and swallowed.

“Fuck.” He pushed me off his cock, then shoved me to the floor.

I gasped as he yanked my jeans and panties off. Before I’d gotten my breathing back to normal, his mouth covered my pussy, and I arched my back.

He grabbed my ass and raised me to his face as if he were feasting on a sumptuous meal. I moaned as he devoured me. Every lick, every bite was like a spark against a fuse, each one flirting with an explosion. I yelped when he dug his teeth into my mound and used his tongue to stroke my clit in hard, inexorable passes. My hips met his rhythm. He moved one hand to my pussy, then trailed the wetness to my asshole.

I dug my nails into the rug as he teased me, his finger caressing the ridges. He increased the pressure, and the sparks began to rain down. When he pressed his fingertip inside me, the fuse lit and my orgasm exploded. His name ripped through my lungs as my legs tightened around his head. Each wave of release shook me, and I moaned until my lungs burned. When I finally came back down from the heights he’d shot me to, he lowered my hips to the floor and kissed the spots where his bites would leave marks.

“Holy shit.” My heart thumped roughly in my chest, and I slung my arm over my eyes because everything seemed too bright.

I lay boneless as he dotted soft kisses on each hip and his gentle hands massaged my thighs. He crawled up my body and nudged my arm away to kiss me, giving me a taste of myself. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed another kiss to my lips then rested his forehead against mine.

“Damn, Red.” A smirk crept into his lips, the fine lines next to his eyes crinkling. “You get so aggressive when you’re horny.”

I snorted out a laugh, and he grinned down at me.

A click sounded from the foyer.

“What was—”

“Shh.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Someone’s trying to get in.” He got to his knees and straightened his pants. Snagging my pants and panties, he shoved them into my hands then hurried into the foyer.

I yanked my pants on as the front door handle gave a familiar squeak. I’d made it to my knees when the door swung inward, and a young man walked in.

“Shit, Hart.” Garrett walked out to greet him. “I was about to fucking clock you.”

Hart laughed, his voice a pleasant baritone. “I still technically live here, you know.”

I got to my feet and tried to ease out of Hart’s line of sight.

He turned toward me at the movement.

Fuck.

His bright green eyes narrowed, then widened with recognition. “Sidney? What are you doing here?”

Chapter Twenty

Garrett crossedhis armsover his chest and glared at me. “Who’s Sidney, and what the fuck is going on?”

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