Page 8 of Tight End
Her breath caught as I licked a path down her belly. She arched when I kissed just below her navel.
“Fuck me,” I growled under my breath, staring at the soaked scrap of lace barely hiding the slick heat between her legs.
Then I dropped to my knees on the floor at the end of the bed. I pressed my mouth to her through the fabric. Teasing. Tasting.
She gasped, her fists tangling in the sheets as I slid her panties aside. I dipped my head between her legs and dragged my tongue up the length of her slit, slow and filthy. She jolted and cried out. Tried to close her legs again, but I wrapped my arms under her thighs and locked her open.
“Don’t even think about it.”
She whimpered.
“Keep those legs wide, baby. Or I’ll stop.”
Her hips bucked, and I smirked before licking her again, this time circling her clit until she gasped. I sucked it between my lips and worked her with my fingers. One at first, slow and easy. Then two.
Her hands found my hair, her body rocked against my face, and the second she tightened around my fingers, I pressed a kiss to her thigh. “That’s it. Come on my mouth, pretty girl. Let me taste you.”
I licked her until she came undone. She cried out, her thighs shaking around my head, but I didn’t stop. I kept my fingers moving slowly and my tongue steady until I’d wrung another orgasm out of her, her hips rolling helplessly as she whimpered my name.
Her breath stuttered again when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down, watching the blush crawl up her neck and chest.
Her thighs attempted to press together again until I nudged them apart with a firm grip, spreading her open so I could breathe her in. She relaxed her legs slowly, hesitantly. That kind of trust did something to me—made me feel violent and gentle at the same time. Like I wanted to protect her from the whole world while also fucking her so thoroughly she never looked at another man again.
I ate her with a hunger that felt primal. Then she came with a cry that shattered whatever control I had left. I didn’t stop. Not until I made her do it one more time. Her soaked pussy clenched around my fingers while her thighs trembled and her body writhed. I was rock hard and straining by the time I got to my feet.
I undressed the rest of the way, not missing the way her eyes widened when she saw exactly what I was working with. Then I kissed my way back up her body, stretched out beside her, and brushed her hair off her damp forehead.
She looked up at me, dazed and flushed, her lips swollen from kissing and her breath coming fast.
“You okay?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
She nodded, and I stroked a finger over her cheek. “You’ve got an incredible spark, baby. Your independence and sass are an incredible turn-on. But I want to make one thing clear. When we’re in bed, I’m in charge.”
She blinked at me in surprise but stayed silent.
“If you don’t do what you’re told, I’ll flip you over and spank your ass until it’s so red you’ll feel it every time you sit for the next week.”
Her eyes widened.
“If you’re good, I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
Her skin flushed with that pretty pink, and her eyes darted away for a second. When they returned to mine, the heat in them was scorching. I knew she agreed, but I needed to hear it out loud.
“Can you handle that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I claimed her mouth, sliding one finger inside her pussy again to make sure she was still relaxed. Then another. She was tight but not tense. Ready.
Lining myself up, I braced a hand next to her head. The other hand gripped her hip as I started to push in—slowly and carefully—until I felt the barrier that marked the end of her innocence.
She was hot. And so damn tight I had to grit my teeth as I held myself still while her body adjusted, every muscle in my arms rigid with restraint. Finally, she shifted her hips slightly and gave a tiny nod. I thrust inside, popping her cherry with a deep, guttural groan.
Her hands gripped my arms, and her breath hitched, while mine stopped altogether.
“This pussy’s mine now. Say it.”
“It’s yours, Raiden.”
