Page 160 of The Devil We Crave
I groan, pushing my pants off to free my swollen cock as I tongue her ass, swirling the tip around her puckered ring as I wrap my fist around my dick and start to stroke.
Yelena’s shuddering on my bed and moaning my name when I drag my tongue back to her clit and take it between my lips.
Fuck, I love when she does that.
But not as much as I love the taste of her coming on my tongue, which is exactly what she does next, a broken cry rattling from her throat.
Yep. She really is my favorite meal.
She whimpers, cupping my face and kissing me, tasting herself on my tongue as I move between her legs. They eagerly wrap around my hips as I center my thick head at her slick opening and slide into her.
This morning, I take my time with her.
I have all the time in the world to hunt her, drag her to the ground, and fuck the shit out of her with a blade to her jugular and my fingers tangled in her hair.
Right now, this is what I want.
Her.
Me.
Nothing more.
Our eyes stay locked as I pin her to the bed and slowly fuck into her, over and over. Her back arches, her hips rising to meet my thrusts as her fingers play with the back of my hair.
“Achilles,” she moans softly as we rock together, moving a bit faster as my cock plunges into her needy hole a little harder.
She comes, choking out an adorable little squealed moan before she bites down on my earlobe. Fuck, Ilovethat.
I keep fucking her.
Keep thrusting into her.
Keeppossessingher, rocking her into a second orgasm, and then a third. Then finally, as our bodies are sliding together, slick with sweat and her cum, I crush my mouth to hers, feeling her nipples glide across my chest as her moans of release hum against my lips. I bury my swollen cock as deep as I can, conquering her tongue with mine as my balls twitch and my cumpoursinto her.
I fuck her again in the shower.
Then on all fours in my bed.
We’re tangled up, panting and gasping, when she glances over and groans at the clock on my nightstand.
“It’s officially morning,” she pouts.
“So? It’s Sunday.”
She grins a lazy smile at me, then rolls over and kisses my bare chest. “Text me when you wake up?”
“Yelena.”
She gasps quietly as I pull her body to mine and wrap my arms and legs around her. “We’re a we. We’re an us.”
Our foreheads touch and our eyes lock.
“I don’tneedto text you when I wake up,” I growl, “because you’ll be right the fuck here where you belong, in my arms.”
Heat floods her beautiful face.
“Any problem with that?”
