Page 94 of Bleed the Shadows
“Oh god…” I closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I opened my eyes and looked at him.
“That’s a good girl. You’re going to watch me make this sweet pussy come.”
My nipples were so hard they were painful and I pushed onto his fingers as he thrust them inside me, moving with the rhythm of his thumb. Then he lowered his mouth to my cunt and lapped at my clit, his fingers still invading me, and the orgasm hit me like a freight train.
It was an earthquake tearing me apart, a tidal wave washing me away. I came and came, tightening my hold on Bram’s hair while he worked my clit with his mouth and tunneled through my pussy with his fingers.
I’d barely stopped shuddering when he rose between my thighs.
He unfastened his jeans, grabbed onto my knees, and pulled me against him.
I gasped when his cock, heated and taut and big enough to make my pussy throb, came into contact with my sensitive cunt.
“Want me to get a condom?” he asked.
“I don’t want you to move,” I said.
It was reckless and I didn’t care.
He smashed his mouth onto mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing my slippery pussy against his shaft as his tongue plunged into my mouth. Our tongues tangled in a fiery dance and he reached between our bodies and guided his swollen head against my entrance.
“I can’t wait, Maeve.
“I don’t want you to wait.”
He gave one brutal thrust and he was all the way inside me, his head bumping against my cervix. He waited to let me stretch but I started moving on him anyway. He was so big it burned, but another orgasm was already coming to life inside me.
“Jesus fuck,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking wet, Maeve. So fucking tight.”
I leaned back, my legs still hooked around his hips, and watched him drive into me.
His chuckle was dark and sexy enough to send another rush of wet heat to my pussy. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Maeve? You like to watch me fuck you.”
I moved on him, all the answer he needed, and he picked up the pace, pounding into me in a frenzy, all the months of wanting pouring out in the vicious thrusts he served to my pussy.
He bent over to take one of my tits in his mouth and I inhaled sharply as pleasure shot down my spine, the sensation of his cock filling me and his mouth on my tit almost too much to bear.
“Bram,” I gasped. “I’m going to come.”
He lifted his head, his eyes glassy with lust. “Thank fuck because I’m ready to spill into this delicious little pussy.”
He pounded harder, our bodies slapping as he pushed himself and me toward our inevitable release. Then he slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me tightly against him as he continued thrusting.
The contact with my clit was the final straw in my pleasure overload. I didn’t recognize my own voice when I came, didn’t recognize any of the dirty things I said to him when he growled, coming inside me in a burst of heat that set me on fire from the inside out.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Maeve… fuck.”
“Don’t stop!” I rode his cock, working the rhythm to extract every bit of pleasure as I came apart in his arms.
When it was over he pulled back to shower my face with kisses. “Maeve… Maeve… Maeve…”
My name was a prayer on his lips and I lifted his head to kiss him, then showered his face with kisses too, touching my lips to the seam of his scar.
Finally, he tipped his forehead against mine.
