Page 151 of Undisputed Chaos
He dragged the thick head through my soaked folds, coating himself.
His groan was raw and deep. “Fuck, you’re just dripping for my cock.”
I felt his spit hit my rear entrance, warm and wet. His thumb pressed against the tight ring of muscle, working in small, insistent circles, coating me in his saliva.
“Relax,” he murmured, as if I had a choice. “I’m gonna make this pretty little hole mine.”
The blunt head of his cock pressed against my asshole, and I tensed instinctively.
He cursed under his breath, his hips faltering as he slowly pushed forward. The stretch was intense, burning even as my body gradually yielded to his invasion.
“Shit," he breathed, voice strained. "I knew you'd be tight, but fuck—" A bead of sweat dripped onto my back as he bottomed out with a low hiss.
For a moment, neither of us moved, the forest air thick with the sound of our breathing. Then his hand slid below me, his thumb finding my clit again.
“That’s it,” he rasped, rolling the sensitive nub as he began to move. “My angel taking every inch in her tight ass.”
His thrusts were slow at first, brutal in their precision, each drag of his cock lighting sparks along my spine.
But when he suddenly shoved two fingers into my dripping heat, I screamed.
He was stretching me, filling me, owning me in every hole.
“Squeezing me so tight,” he growled, his pace turning punishing. “Both holes stuffed full. Just how you like it.”
His thumb worked faster over my clit, his fingers curling inside me to stroke that sweet spot as he fucked my ass with relentless rhythm.
“You gonna come like this? Gonna milk my cock with this greedy ass while I finger-fuck your pussy, yeah?”
I couldn't answer, couldn't think. Pleasure and pain blurred into a white-hot crescendo that built and built until?—
I came screaming, my body clenching around him. The orgasm ripped through me, violent and endless, my screams muffled by the cardigan as he fucked me through it.
His hips stuttered, and he leaned over me, groaning as his breathing heightened.
“Fuck—” A thrust. “Angel—” A thrust.“Tight?—”
His own release followed with a deep, primal roar.
He collapsed over me, his nose buried against my throat as he spilled deep, his weight pressing me into the earth beneath my cardigan.
When he finally pulled out, he turned me onto my back, his thumb swiping through the mess he’d made of me.
His green eyes burned with feral pride as he licked his fingersclean of his own spend and mine, eyes amused as he looked over the mess he made of me.
Then, like a switch had been flipped, Adrian's expression softened. The predatory hunger in his gaze melted into something warmer, tender.
He gathered me into his arms, cradling me against his chest.
His lips brushed over my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, feather-light kisses that contrasted sharply with the bruising of moments before.
"Angel," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "My perfect angel."
I nestled against him, my body still humming with aftershocks.
The forest floor was surprisingly comfortable beneath us, a cushion of moss and grass that smelled of earth and renewal.
"Crew," I said suddenly, reality rushing back as my mind cleared. "He?—"
