Page 19 of Into the Blue
He has to take me.
I’m held with his grip in my hair, too off balance to do anything but let him hold me here. Any sudden movement and his knife will end whatever ambitions I could have had.
So I stay there as Blue’s gaze burns over my vulnerable form as he thinks about what he will do next.
My heart is thundering in my ears.
I’m at his mercy and he has a reputation for showing none.
Finally, he lowers his knife and returns it to his hip. Before I can feel relief, his lips crash into mine. My back meets the bed, but the weight of his big body pins me in place. The hard feel of him, making a place for himself against my soft curves.
His tongue is battling with mine as we fall into whatever has been stretched thin between us like taffy. Everything we haven’t said or done since that first night here becomes inconsequential.
Goddamn, this man can kiss.
He’s just a mar—
My skirt rips with ease from my body. His hands are burning a path to my top to rip it off of me next. His mouth hasn’t left mine, all while I’m one tiny g-string away from being naked for this man. Again.
It feels so good to have my body in his hands. I’m burning from his touch and how he brands himself into my skin.
His fingers find my center and I was wrong. That g-string doesn’t mean shit when it comes to this man. His fingers enter me without any hesitation.
No.
Not enter.Fill. Two of his fingers are filling me because of how big they are and how tight I’m already squeezing them.
He hisses and grabs my breast roughly. “This pussy is beggin’ to be full of me. Fuck, you’re so tight.”
His lids are heavy as he watches me take his fingers.
There’s something crude about being naked while he’s still in his clothes again.
The self control he has in not pulling his dick out and just fucking me like he so clearly wants to is another turn on I wasn’t expecting.
I moan as he manages another finger inside. It’s a stretch. It’s too much I think.
He sees my expression, “You’ll need at least one more to fit me,” he clarifies.
A shiver runs down my spine. My lower belly clenches and clenches.
Four fingers.
Oh. My. God.
So big.
“I know, bae. Even if I wanted to, I’d hurt you tryin’ to fuck.”
He tries for a fourth finger anyway and I never make it.
I’m too far gone.
I’m over the edge and cum rolls down his hand over those snake tattoos freely.
“Look at how juicy this pussy is for me.” He slides me up the bed to make room for himself between my legs.
I have to be able to see him.
