Page 127 of Cold-Blooded Creatures
“Not going to punch me this time?”
Startled, I stumbled.
“I would not be opposed to another fight knowing how the last one ended,” Gedeon drawled, leaning against a maple tree, arms folded across his chest.
“Not worth it. Wasn’t as good as you think.”
It was. I’d spent that night back at my apartment curled up in my bed, poking the bites he’d left.
“Do you want me to force you to tell me the truth? Because I have many fantasies about making you scream. Any one of them would scare Malaya enough to run back to the city. Are you sure you want that?”
Waving him off, I turned away to stroll back to our streets. “Your cock is not big enough for that.”
A satisfied growl made me glance backward. He rolled his shoulders and widened his stance.
Oh, shit.
I dashed between the trees, looking out for moss-covered, gnarled tree roots that could trip you—and allow him to catch me—and paying no attention to the thin branches ripping at my hair, the spiderwebs sticking to my nose, and the bushes snagging my clothes. My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out the crunching sounds of twigs breaking under my boots.
No heavy footfalls echoed behind me, and I slowed in a spot cloaked in the night’s darkness. Panting, I bent over and clutched my knees. The left side of my ribs ached, and the scent of rotting leaves swirled in my nostrils. But it couldn’t extinguish the blaze that had started to simmer in me. I swiped the hair away from my face and focused on figuring out the direction of our compound.
“Here you are.” Arms grabbed my waist from behind and hauled me up.
I screamed as my feet kicked the air. The second they landed on the forest floor, Gedeon pushed me into a tree, and I instinctively grabbed the cracked bark to stay upright.
He yanked my muddy sweatpants down and dipped a hand between my trembling legs. “If my cock is not big enough for you, then why does thinking about it drench your pussy?”
“No, it do?—”
He plunged a finger inside me, and my ass bucked into him.
“No, what?” He pulled out and circled my clit. “Speak up.”
The wave began to build, higher and higher, and I rested my forehead on the tree trunk. As the withered bark poked me, its jagged edges stoked the flames to rise higher. “It does— Not—Gods?—”
A clang of a belt buckle pierced the sounds of my muttering. He slid between my folds and tore a whimper out of me as I wiggled my hips for more friction.
“Shall I stop and give you a chance to speak?” Retreating, he traced a line down my spine. “Admit what you want, little death.”
“Not. Your. Cock.”
His sinister chuckle washed over me like a caress, a promise of what was about to come. “Very well, then. On your knees.” He harshly twisted me around and shoved me down.
Moss absorbed the sudden force of my knees hitting the ground. My feet twined as my pants locked my ankles together.
“If you are not going to use your mouth, then I will.” He tapped his tip on my lips. “Open up.”
“What don’t you understand about me sa?—”
Gedeon gripped my jaw so hard that the nail of his thumb dug into my cheek. “I have laid out my conditions. A deal: use your tongue, or I will. You have made your choice.” He shoved his forefinger to the back of my throat. I gagged and pushed at him, but he only spread my saliva over my lips. “Let’s make you ready. I wouldn’t want you to split your pretty lips.”
“I’ll bite it off,” I spat out, shifting on my knees, spreading them wider. Cool air assaulted my aching-to-be-filled pussy.
“You will swallow it.” He fisted my hair, yanking my head slightly back, and plunged himself into my mouth.
My sputtering and choking only spurred him on as he wrenched me off him and back on. Eyes watering from the struggle to take him fully, I remained rooted in place, doing my best as his forcefulness only made my pussy spasm around nothing.
Circling my clit, I moaned around him at the sheer pleasure of finding the desperately needed stimulation.
