Page 150 of Blood & Throttle
She comeshard. Screaming my name, thighs locked around my head, body shaking violently as I pull every last drop out of her.
I don’t let up. I drink it down, licking every drop like a fucking reward. When she sags, I lift her up. She’s boneless, dazed, and I’m nowhere near done.
I shove her forward, hands on the pole, body arched just the way I want it. My belt’s undone in one rough motion, jeans shoved low. I wrap one hand tight in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as I line up and slam into her in one brutal thrust.
She chokes on a cry, nails scraping the pole for balance as I drive in deeper.
“You like that, Little Stray?” I rasp, voice rough against her ear. “That what you wanted? Me, buried in you, dragging moans out of your throat like they belong to me?”
All she can do is nod, whimpering, her whole body already shaking.
I bite down on her shoulder hard, marking her with my teeth, claiming every inch. She sobs and clenches around me like her body’s begging for more.
“God, Riot, please—”
I grunt, hips slamming into hers over and over, the filthy sound of our bodies echoing through the empty club. She’s soaked, pulsing around me with every thrust. My cock aches, hard enough to make me see red, but I don’t let go. I won’t, not yet.
Just when she starts to tip over the edge, I pull out.
“W-what—” she gasps, breath ragged.
I drop to my knees behind her, grab her thighs, and spread her wide. She’s trembling, soaked, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
I don’t warn her.
I bury my face between her legs, tongue dragging through her folds while my fingers slip inside her curling deep, slowly at first, then faster, harder. She screams.
Her thighs tremble around my head, body convulsing as I suck her clit, tongue relentless, fingers fucking her through it.
“Oh f-fuck, Riot, please—please don’t stop—” she cries out, her voice breaking.
“You gonna give it to me?” I growl against her pussy, mouth glistening with her slick. “Come for me, Sin. Right now. Let me feel it.”
She shatters with a sob, legs giving out, body collapsing against the pole as she falls apart on my fingers and tongue.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck—I’m coming—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I snarl. “Take it. All of it.”
She moans so loud it echoes, thighs locking around me,hands scrabbling at the tile as I keep her there—pinned, ruined, and soaked. I don’t stop until I’ve wrung every twitch and tremble from her, licking up every drop like it’s mine.
Because it is.
She collapses forward, panting, hair sticking to her skin, body limp.
But I’m not done.
I rise behind her, grip her hips again, and slam back in—slow, brutal, and possessive.
“Mine,” I snarl.
She’s crying now, moaning my name, gripping the pole like it’s her fucking lifeline.
She shakes her head, whimpers. “I-I can’t take it—”
“Yes, you can,” I growl. “You fucking can and you will. You take it how I give it, Little Stray. Cause you’re mine to fuck, mine to ruin and mine to fucking keep.”
I grab her by the waist and lay her on the booth behind me, leg slung over my shoulder, wrists pinned above her head with one hand. Her skin’s flushed, chest heaving, lips parted like she’s still drunk on every orgasm I wrung from her. Fuck, she’s perfect—sweaty, wrecked, eyes half-lidded and still looking at me like I’m her goddamn religion.
