Page 84 of The Worst Kind of Promise
I refuse to bite off the frisson in my voice. “Are you sure?”
Faye rolls her eyes at me, her throat vibrating with a rumble I’ve never heard before. “Kit.”
Oh, fuck. My cock is growing so absurdly hard that my thoughts lag for a second. I can feel warmth in my boxers from where my crown’s spit pre-cum, and I’m glad I’m wearing thickish pants, otherwise this would be way more embarrassing than it already is.
I adjust the turgid bulge in my sweats, and I’m so sensitive that my fingersindirectlyon my erection feel like goddamn cheese graters. I remember how irresistible her pussy is, especially when it’s sucking me in with needy pulses, weeping with an overflow of arousal that glues her thighs together. “Say my name again.”
“Kit.”
“I don’t have a condom,” I blurt, suddenly wishing that our rink handed out contraceptives like Planned Parenthood. Maybe we should invest in one of those vending machines that dispense condoms free of charge.
“That’s why Plan B’s a thing,” she drawls.
Being inside Faye is amazing as is, but being inside her raw? I have to be dreaming. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I throw my head back, trying to concentrate on the ceiling rather than the ache in my twitching balls. “If we’re fucking in the rink, Faye, we’re not stopping. Not for a second. Not for a break. Not when you beg me to go gentler, not when there’re tears streaming down your face. I’m gonna fuck you hard and rough with my fat cock. And once you’ve come multiple times for me, I’m going to abuse that greedy cunt of yours until I paint your walls with my cum.”
I’ve done my best to avert my eyes from her pointy nipples, but the fabric of her top is about as thin as tissue paper, and now she’s pushing her chest out to me, waiting for me to bite. Oh, I’ll bite. Where I want. And as hard as I want.
“Then do it already,” she challenges, her cleavage dipping down farther as she leans forward.
Our position right now isn’t ideal, but I need to taste her lips, to feel the hot flesh of her tongue as it strokes mine, to run my fingernails along her scalp until I can grab fistfuls of her hair andpull. My hand weaves behind her neck, and I apply pressure to her nape, bringing her nose to nose with me. She’s already panting, our mouths hovering inches from each other, breath steaming between us in the frozen atmosphere. And when I see her lower lip quiver and hear that heaven-sent mewl of hers, I press my mouth to hers in an undisciplined kiss.
A sleet of white flashes behind my eyelids like a stun grenade, and the pressure of our lips marrying one another has endorphins firing in my soupy brain. Fuck, it feels so good to kiss her. Soright.With my hand still caressing the base of her neck, I move my thumb to ghost over her jugular notch, and I can feel the steady drum of life pulsing under the thin layer of skin. Her body is still, obedient, but her mouth tells a different story. Hungry, rabid, chasing a high only to savor it for as long as she can, then resume the hunt. A flurry of lips, mind-numbing pleasure, and unspoken promises.
When we pull away from each other, a string of spit bridges between us, glistening in a vortex of moonlight. My own saliva is smeared across her mouth—a result of sloppy impatience—and she’s already beginning to glow with a whole-body flush, making my solid length strain in concentrated throbs.
“Fuck, Princess,” I moan, licking my Cupid’s bow, as if I can feel the phantom residue on my own lips. “You look so good with my spit all over you, but you’d look even better with my cum.”
The filthiest noise barges out of her, too loud to be dampened by any amount of self-control.
“Need your giant cock right now, Kit,” she begs in a pained breath. “Need it stretching and filling me.”
I go to lean forward, but instead of focusing on her mouth, my focus detours to the hinge of her jaw. My tongue darts out to trace up to the lobe of her ear, where I nip at it before sucking it between my teeth. “Only good girls get my cock. You need to say please.”
Her nails scratch down my back, fumbling for purchase, welting the skin beneath. Desperation on any other girl is a turnoff for me, but from Faye, it’s like the best under-the-counter drug.
“Please, Kit. Please fuck me. Use me, degrade me, punish me. I want to be able to feel you for days after. I want to remember this night when I’m touching myself in my own bed, imagining your fingers are the ones in my cunt, bringing me to the edge.”
I growl into her throat, possessiveness transforming once docile desires into barbaric actions, and in this moment, I unlearn who I am. All that exists is the beast inside me who wants to mark her as my own, get off on her screams and the way she writhes beneath me. Like a bunny caught in the bloody jowls of an apex predator.
“Oh, I’ll make sure you remember me for a lot longer than a few days.”
Without warning, I scoop her up in my arms effortlessly, tightening my grip on the backs of her thighs, which are cold to the touch from the floor. The hem of her shorts slides up with each step I take, riding the split of her ass and taunting me with two jiggling cheeks. Her arms are slung around my neck in a holdfast, her mouth on mine with a starved urgency. I can barely see where I’m going, but I’m not about to rip myself away from her. She’s all mine, and I’m all hers, and I’m going to service every one of this woman’s needs.
We stumble our way over to the penalty box, and I make sure to shove the door open before her back has the chance to hit it. When I set her down on the bench, she unwraps her legs from me but keeps them spread, showing me a flash of hot-pink lace. Hot-pink lace that I’m going to fucking rip off to get to that gorgeous pussy.
I kneel down in front of her, clenching the outside of her leg while I press kisses to the supple bed of her thigh. And once I’ve colored the area in lavender rosettes, I drive my teeth into the canvas of her flesh. Harder than a mere hickey. A bite.
A hiss leaks out of her open mouth like gas out of a ruptured pipeline, and she thrusts her clothed cunt into my face, the heels of her feet digging into the middle of my back. Her legs tremble, her breath shooting out of her in quick succession, spine arching to give me easy access to the perfect form of her slender body.
My finger traces a languid path to her panties, not quite close enough to provide her with any stimulation, but an inch from utter ruination if I so decided. “You soaking your panties like the desperate slut you are, Princess?”
Her throat clicks loudly with a swallow. “Yes, Kit.”
“You wanna show me? You wanna drench my fingers in your cum, then watch me feed them to you? So you can taste how fucking sweet you are?”
