Page 139 of His Greatest Muse

“How far are you willing to go to appease my darkness, Tinsley?” I whisper the dare into her inner thigh, following it with a sharp bite of her sensitive skin. She flinches but gushes at the pain. I drag my tongue up her slit, cleaning it up.

“Noah, please.” She begs so beautifully that I almost let it go.

“Not good enough.”

Flicking my eyes up, I catch her wild, savage gaze and hold it as I wrap my lips around her clit and suck. She’s dripping down my chin, and I groan in appreciation. I want to shove my fingers deep and stretch her out, but I refuse to. Not until we’re home and clean.

“How. Far. Tinsley?” I repeat myself. But she can’t answer me. She’s too far beneath the waves of pleasure to attempt it.

Her arms fly out across the hood, her back arching, offering her tits to the stars. A dark possession wraps around my chest with long, black tentacles at the thought of even the stars getting the opportunity to worship her the way only I can.

I punish her with a bite to her sensitive, throbbing clit. Her answering whimper is stifled, and I don’t fucking like that. She needs to scream for me. My beast demands it.

“Come for me, my desperate little slut. Come for me and nobody else.Me,” I spit out. “That’s the only way you’ll get my cock.”

“Noah!” she gasps, the word pulled from deep in her chest.

My knees shake in the dirt when she opens her mouth and lets her pleasure fill the night. In awe, I watch as her chest heaves with each scream, her skin dewy and flushed. Knees press hard against my ears, nearly choking off her sounds, but I rip them away and hold them to the hood.

My grin is wicked against her pussy as it quivers against my lips with the aftershock of her climax. I keep fluttering my tongue over her clit, ignoring the way she hisses at the overstimulation.

“I’ll stop when you answer my question,” I grunt.

Her eyes narrow, pupils as small as pinheads. “I’ll answer your question when you fuck me.”

“That’s not how this is going to work.”

She grabs a chunk of my hair and yanks in punishment. “Noah.”

“Baby,” I purr before suctioning my lips around her clit and sucking hard again. She wiggles her hips in an attempt to get out from under my body.

Her heels dig painfully into my shoulders in a frantic attempt to get me to retreat. I snarl, shaking my head.

“Fuck me already,” she orders through a clenched jaw.

“No.”

I’m content with my head between her legs, feasting on her pussy. Could spend the rest of my life right here, tasting her morning and night.

She tries to push her body up the hood of the car. With a smirk, I take her hips in my hand and flip her to her belly before she gets too far. Gasping, she reaches above her head and stretches her fingers over the paint. They screech along the hood as I tug her over the edge, her bare ass perched over it. I swallow my approval and slap both hands down, capturing the muscled flesh in my palms, spreading the cheeks apart before spitting onto her exposed hole.

She whips her head around, looking at me over her shoulder with a flustered expression. “You’re not fucking my ass.”

“Not here. Not tonight. But I will eventually.”

I’ll be the one to take that virginity. Over and over again. With my fingers, my tongue, and then my cock, when she’s ready.

I almost miss her subtle nod. The approval fills me with a wicked sense of pride. “Are you ready for my cock, Golden Girl? I can’t stretch you first. I’ll tear you up.”

Lust glazes her eyes. She pushes her ass back, and I tighten my grip on it. “I want that. Want you.”

My head falls back at her words. “Say it again.”

“I want you, Noah.” She reaches one hand behind her, and I grasp onto it. “I want all of you. Even the parts you try to hide. Give them to me.”

With my free hand, I push my jeans and boxers to my knees and shift my hips to line us up, my cock drifting across her puffy, slippery lips. When the wet tip nudges at her entrance, she freezes, feeling my piercing.

“When did you put it back in?” Her voice nearly vibrates with excitement.

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