Page 38 of Pain in the Axe
I tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. “August Hebert, I want you to ravage me.”
Immediately, he pushed my dress up. In the next instant, his lips joined in, kissing me hungrily.
“It would be my fucking pleasure, Dragonfly.”
The scratch of his beard as he kissed his way down my body sent sparks arcing through me, making me wild for his touch.
His knees hit the floor, and he looked up at me with pure mischief in his eyes. “Spread,” he demanded.
Without hesitation, I obeyed, curious and wildly turned on. With one hand, he pushed me back against the wall, and with the other, he yanked my panties down to the floor.
He threw one of my legs over his shoulder and gently bit my inner thigh. I cried out as he got closer.
“Stop wiggling. I have a job to do.”
When the heat of his mouth hit my clit, I threw my head back. Every single moment was agony. I wanted to writhe against his face. How could he tease me like this?
“Fuck, you taste delicious,” he said, giving me a gentle swipe of his tongue. “And I’m a hungry boy, so don’t expect me to take it easy on you.”
Then he dove in, licking and sucking and using his fingers to spread me.
With my head against the wall and my eyes closed, I soaked in every ounce of pleasure he was giving me. How the hell was he holding me up? This position defied physics. Even so, he did not relent. Instead, he amped up the moment by easing a finger inside me. I groaned at the sensation, and the heat in my belly ignited. It had been so long since I’d felt anything remotely close to this exquisite.
Delicious tension rolled through me, building and building until I thought I might combust. Before I could tumble over the edge, though, he slowed his movements.
“Please,” I begged without an ounce of shame. The teasing was too much. He’d brought me to the brink and back with his fingers and tongue. I pushed against his face, needing more friction, more everything from him.
“That’s it. Ride my face,” he said against my pussy. “Take whatever you want. Come on my mouth. Let me lick up every bit.”
I gripped his hair and did what he said, letting his hand keep me grounded as I chased the wild, frantic pleasure that built inside me.
And then the tension broke. I arched back, overtaken by waves of pleasure, as I gasped and shuddered. He kept going,anchoring me to the ground as I rode it out, yelling and moaning at the top of my lungs.
As I came down, I leaned back against the wall, hitting my head gently and trying not to pass out as I gasped for breath. He was kissing and nipping at my inner thighs as I struggled to regain consciousness.
But it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t satisfied. I needed more.
“Please,” I said, my voice quivering. “I need you inside me.”
“Me?” he asked, a massive grin splitting his face where he still kneeled at my feet.
I pouted. “Your cock, actually, but sadly, it’s attached to the rest of you.”
He jumped to his feet and whipped his T-shirt off in the sexiest way, giving me an eyeful of his broad chest covered with ink and dark hair.
“God, you are so fucking sexy,” he said, his lips on mine again. He tasted like my arousal, and his beard was still coated. The taste of myself on him drove me wild and desperate.
I grabbed at the waistband of his jeans, giddy when I came into contact with the hard bulge ready for me. “Less talking,” I said, undoing the button.
With a grunt, he pushed them down, causing his cock to spring free.
At the sight of his thick length, a niggle of worry flashed through me. But it was quickly followed by liquid heat. “And more fucking.”
With a hand on either side of my face, he dipped in and held eye contact. “Are you sure?”
I pumped his steely length and gave him a hard squeeze. “So ready.”
He bent down, kissed me hard, and picked me up. With one thrust, he was inside me.
