Page 85 of Die for You
She doesn’t get time to land another sarcastic remark before my tongue’s in her mouth, wrenching her open for me.
My hand cradles her jaw for just a second before sliding into her hair and tugging. She yelps, and my lips curl up. “I love how loud you are for me.”
“Maybe I’ll stay quiet this time. Just to torment you.”
“Like you have any control over that. If I want you loud, you’ll be loud. If I want your tears, you’ll cry. If I want your screams, you’ll scream for me until your throat is raw.”
Her little grin tells me she’s eager to see how I’ll force her to be loud. “We’ll just see about that.”
I shove her dress over her head. I’d shred through it if she didn’t look so damn cute in it. Then I yank her bra down until her tits are in my face. Her nipple is in my mouth when shefinally bites down a whimper. She gives a pathetic attempt to mute the sound when she remembers she vowed to be quiet.
I suck her into my mouth hard. She’ll sure as shit be bruised tomorrow, just the way I like her. Her hands clutch at my shoulders and she tries to pull away, but she’s trapped between me and the steering wheel. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She mewls low in her mouth when I suck her other nipple just as deep and swirl my tongue, but she keeps her mouth clamped shut. I almost laugh. I love how stubborn she is.
Somehow, she’s the perfect girl for all of us. She loves the way Knox praises her and she strokes his ego right back. She defends him because he’s usually the last person to defend himself. She loves Finn’s silence and learned how to communicate with him the way he likes best. She accepts what he’s able to give her and never pushes for more.
She loves the way I push her, challenge her, taunt her. And she pushes right back, in all the ways she knows I like. Taunts me to get my blood pumping, body temperature rising, because it makes the payoff that much sweeter.
She can take it slow and tender. Or rough and hard. Loud and quiet. The perfect woman for all of us. Our angel.
“Take out my cock.”
Though she obeys, she drops my hard length as soon as she’s unsheathed it from my jeans. I bite her nipple in warning, and she gasps. “I did what you asked!”
“I didn’t say let go.”
Obediently, she wraps her hand back around my cock, thumb tracing over the piercings, but she rolls her eyes.
I nip her shoulder. She yelps, hand involuntarily squeezing my cock a little too hard. “What did I do that time?”
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“If you’re going to punish me every time I roll my eyes, I’m going to be covered in bruises.”
“Exactly how I want you.”
She glowers at me but doesn’t roll her eyes or stop pumping my cock. That I’ll allow. I like the way fire burns in those brown eyes when she’s pretending to be pissed at me.
My hand slides between her legs straddling me and grazes her clit through her panties. She shudders, biting down hard on her lip to keep the moan back.
“No need to keep quiet anymore, angel,” I tease. “Be as loud as you want.”
“I’m not even trying to keep quiet.”
I press harder on her clit, rubbing in aggressive circles. She inhales sharply, and her eyes fall shut as the pleasure builds through her limbs.
“Spit in your hand.”
Her lips purse. “No.”
I tug her panties to the side and sink a finger inside her. She whimpers, her walls tight around my finger. “Now, Aurora.”
The thrusts of my finger turn punishing until she finally spits in her hand and coats my cock with it, pumping me faster. My balls tighten, but there’s no way in hell I’m finishing in her hand.
“Put my cock inside you, angel.” I lift her by the hips and tug her panties to the side.
One half of her mouth lifts in a smirk. “You realize if I’m on top, I’m in control?”
