Page 18 of Devil's Haunting
He growls around my flesh and sucks as much as my breast into his mouth as possible before pulling off with a pop. He dives onto my other breast with the ferocity of a beast. He doesn’t give into my pleading, but I can feel how much it costs him when I glide my hands up his back and over his shoulders. Every muscle of his body is pulled tight.
He’s on the edge and about to lose control.
I want him to.
I need it.
When my legs wrap around his waist and I pull his hips against mine, the long and thick ridge of his cock nestles between my soaking wet pussy lips and his body trembles.
“Fuck,” he holds the word out, his voice husky and showing me just how close to snapping he is, “you’re soaked.”
“Only for you.”
His eyes blaze as his gaze snaps to mine. His dark eyes, filled with animalistic need, race between my own. I don’t know what he sees, but whatever it is has him grinding down against me, his length rocking against my clit in the most delicious of ways.
It sends me soaring into the sky, but I don’t want to soar. I want to crash. I want to tumble over. I want to be lost.
“Tripp,” I groan, “you need to fill me with your huge cock.”
He grins down at me before closing the distance between our faces. He’s right there, almost too close.
“Oh, I’ll be stretching your tight little pussy with my cock soon enough, my little Mischief-maker, but you need to know something first.” I blink up at him before my eyes roll back as the underside of his cock glides over my clit and sends pleasure streaking through my body. He growls, “I’m taking you raw. I’ll always take you raw. I will not allow anything between us.”
My eyes snap up, and I meet his gaze. “I’m on the shot,” I rasp.
He smirks and nods once. “That’s fine,” he starts before adding ominously, “for now.”
My mind fucking blanks. I’ve never had a man talk to me the way Tripp is talking to me right now. I should be running for the hills. But I’m not.
I won’t admit it, but I like it. I’m practically fucking gushing with the knowledge that he wants to bury himself inside of me with nothing between us.
“Brace,” he grits out through his teeth, his lips brushing against mine as he does.
Then his cock is at my entrance, and he punches his hips forward in one hard and smooth motion, filling me with one thrust.
My back arches, as the walls of my pussy strains around his girth. He’s a big man. Honestly, I’m not fucking surprised.
Could you imagine a man of his size and stature not having the dick to back it up? What a shame it would be.
When he’s buried inside of me to the hilt, he takes a shuddering breath as I wrap myself around him, needing to be closer and yet knowing I’m not nearly ready for this ride. I don’t think I ever could be. It’s going to ruin me.
“Mine,” Tripp growls.
And then he begins to move.
Every thrust hits the perfect spot inside of me and my hips move to meet his, countering and giving, taking and demanding. It’s a dance we’ve never done before, but our bodies understand it. We give into the need that has been simmering between us since the moment we met.
I can’t deny it.
I don’t want to.
“Yours,” I moan, my back arching and pressing my tits against his tattooed chest.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing with a desperation to not lose myself completely to this feeling.
But it’s useless and I know it.
“That’s it” he coaxes. “You’re going to cover my cock in your juices and then I’m going to fill you with my cum until it’s dripping out of your tender pussy and all over your thighs.”
