Page 19 of The Last Feast
I’ll look back at this moment in days, weeks, months, years and realize this is proof of all my problems. I always focus on the things behind me, whether it be the past or this woman.
I can’t think about that now, though, as she carefully lifts off the handle and quickly crawls under me so her face is near mine. I still, unsure if the ax will fall, but she cups my cheek with her clean hand as she softly orders, “Beg me again. I’m feeling merciful.”
“I need to feel your cunt. Feel how it tightens when you come, fill it with me so you never forget me. Please, baby. You’ve claimed my mouth, my ass—claim my dick as yours.”
She smiles, and I forget everything. It’s so gentle, like she protected it behind her violence. Dipping my head, I capture her lips and moan into her mouth, taking her by surprise. But then she’s moving more than her mouth as she pulls the belt down to my neck.
Threading her hand between our bodies, she wraps her fingers around my dick. Her touch controls my moans like she’s a conductor. I greet every fucking inch of her mouth, softlystroking my tongue against hers, then tense as she guides me into her warm cunt. The combination of my ass being stretched while she slowly pulls herself onto my dick are unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Every nerve in my body is stimulated, but I can’t fully push into her as she clenches around the tip of my dick. Each small movement I make, even my breathing, alters the angle of the ax like she’s fucking me twice.
“Baby,” I whimper. “Han, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
Her smile widens, and I rest my forehead on hers so I can watch it. The paint around her mouth has been rubbed away, revealing more freckles and the softest pink lips I’ve ever seen. Awe, disbelief, and gratitude leave me on a breath. “You’re so beautiful.”
Then, I dive back down to taste her smile as the little patches of her cheeks turn red. “My beautiful God,” I mumble against her lips, fucking her in shallow thrusts to feel more of her.
“Harder.” She digs her nails into my back. The oil makes her slip, leaving four stinging lines that flood my body with adrenaline.
I slowly inch into her, savoring the feeling of her tightly wrapped around me. But she’s impatient, pulling the ax away then throwing it to the floor with a crack before attempting to wrap her legs around me. The oil counteracts her need, putting me in control for once.
“Beg me,” I taunt, pulling my hips back an inch. “Beg for the only dick you will ever fucking have.”
“I. Don’t. Beg.” Her teeth come out as she bites into my cheek, lifts her hips, and clenches. “Mine.”
“Fucking yours!” I thrust into her fully, burying my dick as deep as I can.
She screams, “JAMIE!”
She.
Fucking.
Screams.
“That’s it.” I pull out to the tip then slam back into her even harder. “Who’s fucking you?”
Our slick bodies slip, and she slides up my chest. The only thing she can hold is my hair, and I can’t fucking control myself as I fuck her harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Until I don’t know where I end and she begins.
As soon as her teeth leave my cheek, I take her lips hostage. She fights me, battles my tongue invading her mouth to be the one to plunder me when she has already done it, mind, body, and tattered fucking soul.
There’s more give in the wires as the plastic stretches, but I can’t reach her face. I keep pulling, craving more of her even when I’m deep inside her. I have to tense to stop myself from coming as I kiss her even deeper, pouring every worthless part of myself into her cleansing mouth.
“Come,” she mumbles, stroking down my nape. “Give yourself to me.” She sucks on my tongue. “Fill me with your love and your life.”
I bite her lip, refusing to let go, refusing to let her see me become a disgusting shell. But she moans, clenching as she works her hand between us to make circles on her clit. I push down, trapping her hand there.
“Who’s the needy fucking whore now?” I grit, spitting into her mouth.
Hana strokes across my shoulders as she arches her back, moaning. I’m distracted by the sound, the smile, the way her tits are pressed to my chest—her. So much so, I don’t realize what she’s doing until she wraps the belt around her fist and chokes me.
“You.” She smiles wider, darker. “Now come.”
The loss of air stops me fighting my release as she forces herself over the edge with me. I grind into her as my balls tighten; electricity crackles up my spine, and I scream as the air cools my hypersensitive skin. Stars burst behind my eyes, my ears ringing, but none of that stops me from hearing her soft praise as she kisses my jaw.
