Page 168 of Never Die for a Sinner
“Oh my fucking God,” she gasps, scrambling to find purchase while I feast on her.
I fight a smile on my lips at her dirty words, and swirl my tongue through her wetness, devouring her in the only way I know how.
Her hand winds into my hair, fisting on the dark roots, and she meets the thrust of my tongue. Her breathless little moansfill the cabin, met with my rough breaths as I give her exactly what she needs. What we both need.
The need to claim her, show her she’s mine in every way, as much as I’m hers, burns through me, so hot that I don’t even stop when she’s grinding against my tongue. Her thighs clench around my head, her hand tightens in my hair, and her arousal coats my tongue.
“Levi, I’m going to come,” she whimpers desperately, but I don’t stop. Not until her sweet moans fill the cabin and her legs are shaking with the orgasm that rips through her.
“That’s my girl,” I coax, dragging her back down to the couch cushions.
She’s still shivering when I roll her onto her back and slip between her legs. My lips crash against her, and her tongue dances across her wetness on my mouth.
“Levi,” she breathes against my lips when she slides her hand between us.
“I know, baby,” I murmur, pressing my lips back to hers with a groan when she manages to wrap her fingers around my length.
I barely get my cock out before I’m falling back over her and pushing inside her.
Fuck, it’ll never be enough.
Clenching my teeth, I fill her until there’s nothing left of me to give. Until my balls brush against her ass and she’s whimpering beneath me, her back arching off the couch.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, taking her hands in mine and pressing them against the cushions beside her head.
Leaning down, I press my lips against her racing pulse and start to move, loving the soft moan that slips from her lips.
“Whose pussy is this, Ava?” I ask, my voice breathless in her ear.
“Yours.”
Her body shivers against mine, and I thrust harder, the sound of my balls hitting her ass filling the room.
“Who fucks you?”
“You.”
Who do you belong to?
“Fuck, Ava.”
I release her wrists and grip her hips, tugging her up into my lap and pressing her front to mine. My hand fists in her hair and holds her there while I piston my hips upward, using my free hand to pull her down on my cock. I fuck her hard enough that the couch slips across the floor with each stroke, but I don’t care.
“You feel so good,” she breathes, and the sound goes straight to my fucking chest. “Please,Levi.”
“I know, baby,” I murmur in her ear, feeling exactly what she is.
I hold her tightly, watching her eyes screw shut, my hand in her hair pulling her towards me while I nip and suck the flesh of her neck. Kiss her racing pulse and get so fucking lost in her desperate little pleas and the way she gives herself to me that I couldn’t stop the aching need in my chest, even if I wanted to.
I’ve tried. Fuck, have I tried.
Tugging her face back to mine, her mouth falls open on a desperate little cry while her pussy tightens around me.
“Give them to me,” I order roughly, and capture her lips with my own. My balls draw up tight with the need to fill her. To do something irrational, like make her mine for the rest of our lives. Put a baby in her so she’ll never want to leave. “Come for me, Ava.”
She meets my thrusts, her nails digging into my shoulders while she rides my cock, and when her pussy clamps down on me, I lose it with her.
“Fuck,” I grit, peppering her damp skin with kisses and filling her with everything I’ve got until it leaks down her thighs. “Fuck.”
