Page 56 of Brutal Unionn
He growls into my pussy. His tongue working in long, purposeful strokes that make my head spin. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he devours me, his tongue exploring every inch of me with a hunger that leaves me trembling.
“Fuck,” I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Just like that.”
He hums against me, the vibration sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel myself getting closer, the tension building inside me with every stroke of his tongue. But I’m not ready yet. I want more.
“Tap my leg if you absolutely need to breathe, okay baby?” I whisper.
He nods, his tongue swirling around my clit in small figure eights.
Irelease his hair and reach down, my hand finding his nose. I pinch it shut, cutting off his air supply. His eyes snap up to meet mine, wide with surprise, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he presses his face harder against me, his tongue working even faster.
“Would you die for me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nods, his eyes meeting mine, and I feel a thrill run through me. I release his nose, and he gasps for air, but he doesn’t stop. His tongue is relentless, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Good boy. Do it again,” I command, my hand moving back to his nose.
He pushes himself even harder against me, his tongue delving deeper. I can feel myself teetering on the edge, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
“Sho,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I’m so close.”
He growls against me, the sound vibrating through my core and dragging a violent shiver up my spine. The deep, guttural rumble is primal—possessive—and it only fuels the molten pressure already coiling low in my belly. His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging into flesh as he dives into me, chasing my taste.
And then hedevoursme.
His mouth moves with precision and hunger, his tongue relentless as he licks, sucks, and drags every ounce of control from my body. I cry out—loud, wrecked—my voice breaking into the kind of sound only he can tear from me. My thighsclamp around his head, but he doesn’t falter. He groans again, low and filthy, like the taste of me is driving him insane.
But he doesn’t stop. His tongue continues to work, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m trembling and gasping for air. Finally, his breath coming in ragged gasps just as I release his nose, my body spent and trembling.
“Fucking hell,” I roar, throwing my head back as he cleans up the mess between my thighs.
I grip his jaw, drawing his face up, my arousal smeared across his lips. “You really want me to be yours, don’t you?”
“You are mine,” he groans. “I am yours.”
I grip his jaw tighter, my nails digging into his skin as I pull him closer. His dark, intense eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the raw hunger in them, the way he’s completely surrendered to me. “Almost,” I tease.
He nods, his breath hitching as I release his face and stand up, my legs still trembling from the intensity of what he just did to me. I glance down at him, kneeling there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his lips still glistening with me. “Get on the coffee table,” I order.
Sho moves quickly, his muscular frame shifting as he climbs onto the low table, his body sprawled out in front of me. I step closer, my fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my touch. His breath catches again, and I can see the way his body tenses in anticipation.
“You’re going to let me take what I want,” I murmur, my voice dripping with dominance. “And you’re not going to move until I tell you to.”
“Yes,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. “Anything for you.”
I climb onto the table, straddling him, my thighs pressing against his sides as I position myself over him. His hands twitch at his sides, but he doesn’t move them, obeying my command without question. I reach down, guiding him inside me, and we both groan as I sink down onto him, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed within me.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my head falling back as I adjust to the feeling of him, so deep and thick inside me. I can feel every ridge, every pulse of him, and it’s almost too much. But I don’t stop. I start to move, rocking my hips slowly at first, savoring the way he fills me completely.
Sho’s hands clench into fists at his sides, his muscles taut as he struggles to stay still. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and I can see the way his jaw clenches as he fights to keep control. But he doesn’t move. He doesn’t touch me. He just lies there, letting me take what I need from him.
I lean forward, my hands resting on his chest as I pick up the pace, my hips moving faster now, grinding down on him with every thrust. The pleasure builds quickly, a fire igniting deep within me as I ride him, my body taking everything he has to give. His eyes are locked on mine, dark and intense, and I can see the way he’s holding back, waiting for me to give him permission.
“Touch me,” I command, my voice trembling with need.
His hands move immediately, gripping my hips as he thrusts up into me, meeting my movements with his own. The sensation is overwhelming, and I cry out as he fills me even deeper, his hands guiding me as I ride him harder and faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills theroom, mingling with our moans and gasps as we lose ourselves in each other.
I reach down, my fingers wrapping around his throat as I lean in close, my lips brushing against his ear. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I whisper.
