Page 122 of Sweet Hate
He lets out an approving growl, while his tongue dives inside me with a powerful thrust, plunging it deeper, licking and sucking me like a man obsessed. He pulls back, his breath ragged as his heated eyes meet mine.
“Fuck, Sprinks. How did I survive without you for so long? I’ve missed being able to play with my pretty kitty.” He leans on my pelvis looking up at me, letting out a sexy groan when he snakes his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting me. It sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
I feel like I’m going crazy between the rumble of the bike beneath me and the sight of him feral and needy for me while looking like he’s walked off the cover of a biker smut novel. I think I’d offer him my first born for him to carry on eating me out. My hips thrust toward his face, desperate for his mouth.
“Axel, please. I’m so close.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His head disappears between my legs again, bringing both higher on his shoulders while I cling onto the handlebars for dear life. His hands slide under to grip my butt, tugging my pussy closer to his mouth.
He still knows what I need.
He increases his assault, his stiff tongue plunging into me, his nose rubbing on my clit, his stubble causing delicious friction everywhere. I’m so close, my eyes shut as my lungs seize. I tighten my thighs around his head to hold him in place grinding mindlessly on his face as my pussy throbs, ready to explode. My entire body tingles as the pressure inside me keeps building, coiling me tighter and tighter.
“Open your eyes, Sprinks. I want you looking at me when you come.”
I snap my eyes open and connect with his heavy-lidded stare. He tongues my clit again, not breaking eye contact, as he runs a thick finger along my slit. He looks sinfully hot, grinning up at me around his tongue, his hair flopping onto his forehead.
He slowly leans down and tugs my clit between his teeth and sinks two fingers deep inside me at the same time. He pistons them in and out, using his stubble to tease my clit before sucking it again. I’ve never felt anything this intense before. When he tugs my clit again and curls his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot, lights flash before my eyes, and I explode screaming out his name. My body tightens and convulses in his arms as he doubles his efforts, not stopping while I clench tight around his fingers, sending me straight into a second orgasm even more intense then the first.
My clit pulses with aftershock after aftershock, my body trembling as I struggle to calm my racing heartbeat and catch my breath. I’m not sure I’ve ever come this hard. Not even with him before.
A sated smile spreads across my face as I fall back, my eyes closed.
“Goddamn, Sprinks, you squirted. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”
I did what?
My eyes surge open, and I scramble to sit up without letting go of the handlebars, incase I fall off the side of his bike and bollocks—not only is Axel’s chin still glistening, but there is a wet patch spreading across his damn shirt.
“Oh shit. I’m so sorry.”
I. am. mortified. I’ve never done that before. Not gonna lie, I thought this was just something that happens in porn, I didn’t think this shit was real.
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” He sits up and moves my hands off the handlebars, rubbing them as he does so. “Haven, just as I didn’t think you could get any hotter, you go and blow my mind again.”
He stares down at me in amazement, and I feel my embarrassment slowly fading away.
His hands sink into my hair as he leans down to kiss me. His soft lips move slowly, his tongue stroking mine. I can taste myself on his lips and I like the fact that he’s somehow marked as mine now.
I sneak my hands under his shirt, my fingers itching to explore his solid, warm body as I trail them toward the erection trapped in his jeans.
I work the buttons and tug them down.
“Sprinks, you don’t have to—” I press my lips to his to silence his words.
“I want to, Axel. Let me see my little guy.”
“Little? Well shit, that’s a blow to my ego.” He sputters out a laugh as he lifts his hips to help me strip his jeans off him.
“I mean, he’s little compared to the rest of you.” I smirk up at him tilting my head.
“Brat,” he grins before he leans down tugging my lip with his teeth as my hands get back to working the very large, very angry looking boner out of his boxers.
It’s hot and girthy in my hand, and I can’t wait to feel it inside me. How is it possible that he’s even bigger and wider than I remember?
Are cocks like ears? Do they never stop growing?
