Page 115 of What Hurts Us

I would have pinned her beneath me in a heartbeat, but I didn’t want her to be on the freezing ground. The thickness in my jeans that she teased with each rock of her hips would be really fucking inconvenient on the motorcycle ride back. I fisted the front of her jacket, keeping her close. I slid my tongue back and forth along the seam of her lips until she let me in. Every piece of her was soft like silk. Her body and her heart.

There would never be a day where I didn’t feel undeserving of her. How a calloused bastard like me could hold pure sunshine, I would never know.

The ride home was fueled by unkempt electricity that hummed through our bodies. When we pulled into the driveway, I couldn’t get her inside fast enough.

We ping-ponged between doorways and stairs, bouncing off walls and stumbling over our feet as we ripped and clawed at the layers of clothes.

“I don’t want you in anything but that ring. Not even a hair clip,” I growled as I threw her over my shoulder like a rag doll and took the stairs two at a time.

Layla squeaked, laughing as she was tossed upside down, then right-side-up onto the bed. Her tits bounced as she scrambled backward, wiggling out of her panties. I tugged off her left sock that had somehow managed to stick around.

I ripped my shirt over my head. I had lost my pants and boxers before running up the stairs. Layla bit her lip, teeth sinking into that plump pink pillow. I wanted to wrap her hair around my fist and yank her head back. I wanted to pry her mouth open with my fingers and hold it wide while I slid my dick down her throat. I hoped she was feeling as energized as I was because we weren’t sleeping until dawn.

“Lay down and open your legs.” It was a crude order, but the catch in her breathing gave away the fact that it turned her on.

“You gonna tie me down?” she asked through labored pants.

I chuckled as I leaned forward and braced my hands on the foot of the bed. “Not tonight, honey. You’re going to give yourself to me. You’re going to open your legs and let me see your cunt. You’re going to bend your knees and pull your feet back and show me every bit of you. Then I’m going to bow in front of you and make you scream.”

She rested her head on the pillows but clenched her thighs to relieve the mounting pressure.

I crawled over her, bracing my arms on either side of her head. Leaning down, I nipped at her ear and whispered, “You gonna be a good girl for me, Mrs.Fletcher?”

She nodded, rolling her lips between her teeth to try and keep her smile in check.

“Then open your legs like I told you to.”

I eased off of her, sitting back on my haunches as she tipped her knees open. A red stain painted her cheeks. “You look so pretty when you blush for me.” I trailed my knuckle along her cheek. “Beautiful. Now show me your pussy.”

Emboldened by the praise, she spread her legs, exposing herself to me.

“Touch yourself,” I said. “Use your fingers and show me where you want me.”

Layla’s hand slid between her thighs, stroking for a moment before parting her folds. My cock ached to be inside her.

“Two fingers inside your pussy,” I demanded. “Not all the way. Just a little.”

I watched with rapt fascination as her fingertips disappeared inside of her and let out a groan as she teased herself with shallow pumps. “You’re flawless,” I whispered and worked my hands up her ribs to cup her breasts. “Every part of you is perfect.” I latched my teeth around her nipple and tugged, then released it. “Show me how much you want me, honey. Show me how wet you are for my cock.”

Layla whined as she pulled her fingers from her cunt. They were dripping in her honey, soaked with threads of arousal. I kissed the inside of her wrist, then her palm, before sucking her fingers into my mouth. Layla’s lips parted as my tongue swirled around her fingers. I couldn’t wait another second. I wanted her thrashing beneath me as I pleasured her. I wanted to worship her. I wanted her to feel everything she made me feel.

Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I pushed, shoving them toward her torso. The lips of her pussy were dark and swollen with arousal. The pucker between her cheeks peeked out, teasing me.

I delved between her legs, burying my face in her cunt. Layla gasped, sucking all the oxygen out of the room as I devoured her, slowly sliding my tongue around the outside of her pussy like it was a maze I was trying to solve. I latched onto her clit and sucked as I slowly stretched and teased her entrance with my fingers. I slid them inside of her, crooking them like I was urging her closer.

Layla grabbed my hair, keeping me pinned against her pussy as she ground against my mouth. I lifted my head long enough to say, “I could lay between your legs all day, honey. You taste like heaven.”

“I want your cock,” she begged. “Please, baby.”

I wanted my cock inside of her, too. But we weren’t there yet. I wasn’t even close to being done with her. “Play with your tits. Make them feel good.”

Her fingers left my hair to toy with her nipples. I used my other hand and added another finger to her pussy, coating it in her slick heat. I pushed the hood of her clit back with my tongue and sucked. Her back arched, hands still tweaking and teasing her pebbled nipples. I thrust my fingers inside of her in time with the firm pulls from my mouth.

“Cal—” she began, her words cut off by a desperate cry for release.

I slipped a finger out of her pussy and lined it up with her ass. “Mine,” I growled as I pushed inside of her, using her wetness as a lubricant. “Every part of you.Mine.”

She was babbling incoherently as she careened into clouds of ecstasy. Her cunt clamped around my fingers, clit throbbing and ass clenched as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure.

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