Page 57 of Hart of Darkness
I opened wider for him as I rocked my hips back and forth as though I were humping the pinball machine. The irony of my position was that I was plastered against the machine, looking down at the KISS theme and Gene Simmons’s enormous tongue.
As if on cue, Dillon kneeled behind me and replaced his fingers with his tongue. His beard was scratchy, sending tingles of electricity down my legs to my toes.
I needed release and badly.
His tongue was hot and wet. One last flick would have done the job, but then he disappeared.
Whimpering, I plastered my cheek to the glass, breathing heavily and holding on since my legs were shaky.
I heard the clink of his belt buckle. For a minute, I thought he was going to whip me, and I whimpered.
He chuckled. “You want to be spanked?”
“Only if you have that ping-pong paddle.”
Silence ticked.
I pushed off the machine and found him thinking. His head was angled to one side, his inked and muscled body perfect in every way.
I lowered my hand and clutched his massive erection. “You can use the paddle another time.” I assumed he was thinking of where he could find a paddle in his house since the ping-pong table was at the shelter.
He unleashed a menacing grin.
“Now where were we,” I said more than asked, only using the question to connect us again.
He tore open the wrapper of a condom that I imagined he’d gotten from his wallet, which lay open on the floor. Then he covered his smooth, silky cock and guided me around once again to bend over the pinball machine.
I slid my hand down to my clit, but he caught my arm. “Oh no, you don’t. I promise that what you’re about to experience will be well worth the wait.”
It already was, and I hadn’t even climaxed yet.
One large hand grasped my hip and pulled me toward him, while the other hand guided his cock into my center. “Spread your legs.”
As soon as I did, he maneuvered inside me as if he’d done it a million times. I stuck out my hips toward him as much as I could, and instead of plastering my body to the machine, only my hands held on to the edge as I let my breasts hang down.
He jammed into me, hard and fast, and oh my word, he felt like heaven. Stars, bright and sparkly, glimmered behind my eyelids. I lost all sense of where I was.
I twisted my neck to watch him pound into me, and if I thought his earlier expression was a beautiful disaster, I was wrong. He looked like a man who had found the drug he needed to take away all the pain he’d endured in his past.
He pulled out and brought me over to the chaise lounge. “I need to taste you again.” He pushed me on my back.
My body was singing, tingling, and on fire.
I let my legs fall open as though he had willed them to. Then he dragged his scratchy beard along the inside of my thigh. Goose bumps shot free and sanghell yeah.
“Dillon, now!”
He chuckled before he captured my clit in between his teeth and bit down lightly. “You like it rough, right?”
“Stop talking and do something.” I wasn’t nice in my deliverance. I was the one in severe pain now.
He went to work, sucking and licking. I could feel a tinge of cold from his lip ring every time he licked, and the mixture of hot and cold added to the blissful feeling taking over my body, even more so when he drove his fingers into me.
I pinched my nipples while my belly tickled, as though Dillon had dipped a million feathers inside me. I writhed, rocking my hips, needing friction. I latched on to his hair as those feathers morphed into a tornado, swirling, spinning, twisting, and turning until I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Dillon Hart!”
He continued to suck on my clit as my vision blurred, and I rode out the orgasm, not wanting it to end.
Then he lifted his head, crawled up my body, and thrust into me, growling, sounding husky and in desperate need of release. “So fucking tight.”
