Page 55 of Never Die for a Sinner
My head kicks back to the stars, a shudder running through me. Every clench of her tight muscles has me gritting my teeth, holding myself back from rutting into her.
When I pull back, only to thrust back inside her, she lets out a moan.
“Fuck, Ava. You have the tightest cunt. Like a virgin, squeezing the fucking life out of me.”
I look down to where my cock is sliding in and out of her, agonizingly slow. The animalistic urge to claim her is the only thing I can think about. The desire to fuck her into the dirt until she walks out of these woods knowing she will never find another who will fuck her the way I do.
I need her to beg for me. Her whimpers and soft sighs aren’t enough. I want her moaning my name and clawing at the dirtwhen I make her come for me over and over again until her legs are shaking uncontrollably.
To say she’s stolen my sanity is an understatement. I’m full-on fucking deranged.
I should savor this, but fuck, I’m too far gone to care. I want her too fucking badly.
My hips hit her ass, the sound of our skin meeting filling the dark clearing. Black dots appear in the corners of my vision every time she tightens around me, her body greedily sucking me back in.
“Goddamn, baby girl,” I grunt, my pace quickening. “You take it so fucking well. Like you were made for my cock, sweetheart.”
She shudders at my words, moaning when I bottom out inside her.
“Oh my god,” she gasps when I drag my cock back to stroke my head over her G-spot. She arches against me, letting me slip deeper.
I could come right now. I’ve fantasized about her for so long, it doesn’t seem real.
“Please . . .” she begs, and I groan.
That’s it. That’s exactly what I need.
“You’re close, Ava. I can feel you tightening around me,” I rasp as I fuck her, not stopping. I reach under her, swirling her clit with my fingers again, and she jerks in my grasp. “You’re going to come for me like a good girl, aren’t you?”
When she doesn’t answer me, I smack her ass again. She yelps, but follows it with a moan, her back arching further, welcoming me. Running my hand up her spine, I feel her pressing back against me, eager to take what I’m giving her. I fuck her harder, matching the pace with my fingers on her clit until she’s nearly crying with the building pleasure.
“So close . . .” she breathes, laying her head down on the ground. Her eyes are closed, and from what I can see, there are wet streaks slipping from the corners of her eyes. I slide my hand up her neck, fisting my hands in her hair, and use it as leverage to fuck her deeper.
“Come on, Ava. Be a good little slut and come on my cock.”
Her moans grow louder, her pussy tighter, and when she comes, it’s with a cry that fills the air around us.
I grit my teeth, damn near seeing stars with how hard she clenches around me.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
She shivers, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her hair stuck to her face. I fuck her through her orgasm and force myself to pull out before I can come. I’m close, but I’m nowhere near finished with her yet.
Once we walk out of these woods, she’ll no longer be my plaything. One night is all I’m giving myself before I let her go because I know the moment I don’t, I’ll be too addicted to stop.
I rip my hoodie over my head, tossing it to the ground. Then, I take her hips in my hand and lift her onto it, rolling her onto her back. She peers up at me through her lashes, and she looks so utterly fucked covered in dirt and a small spot of blood where she must have hit a tree branch, that for a moment, I think I’m fucking dreaming.
Then, I slide back inside her, and I’m reminded just how real this is.
“Fuck, Ava,” I bite. I place my hands on either side of her head and pump inside her, punishing her with each thrust. Leaning down, I run my nose up the side of her neck, drinking her citrus straight from the source. “Your fight is intoxicating, sweetheart. I could watch you struggle with how bad you need my cock all day.”
“I hate you,” she breathes, but any anger she had is lost when she tightens her legs around my hips. Her hands slide down my sides, the blunt ends of her nails brushing against my bare skin where my T-shirt rides up.
I fucking hate the shiver that ghosts through me. It’s fucking ridiculous.
“Keep talking, little ghost. Tell me how much you despise me and let me prove you wrong when I make you come again.”
Her head kicks back, and I fall over her, fucking her harder. The base of my cock brushes against her clit, and her nails dig into my shoulders. Her heels press into my ass, urging me for more.
