Page 89 of Aftershock
His fingers bruise me, but I love the pain. I cry, then cry harder the more he licks my arousal.
“You’re my only one, Lilith. The woman I’m going to fuck, eat out.” His thumbs are there, parting my lips even more. As he speaks, his adoring, unhinged gaze makes my head spin. “And worship for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, God,” is all I can say when he starts sucking on my clit.
I have no control over myself. Of my hips that rock into his face. My back that arches off the wall.
But when I whisper, “Oh, God,” again, Alaric pulls away.
“What’s wrong?” I breathe out.
“You don’t pray for God,” he snarls, ignoring how hard I try to fuck his face. He won’t budge an inch. “You pray for me, Lilith.”
And I do. Because as soon as his mouth is back on me, I don’t just say his name, I shout it with so much reverence it sounds like a prayer. One he answers by pushing a finger into my pussy.
And then he rubs me.
Just.
The.
Right.
Way.
“Fuck, I’m there. Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” Pleasure swarms over me, an assault on my senses, on my sanity. I’m captivated by this man who owns me so thoroughly. Can’t look anywhere but at his big, dark eyes. Mine. “It’s so much. Too much. I feel it everywhere.”
“I know, baby.” I’m still shaking when he puts my foot back down, then rises to his full height. “I’ve got you.”
“Please…”
His hand yanks on my hair as he brings me in for a kiss that should be dirty. Except it isn’t.
When I taste myself on him as he grinds his throbbing cock into me, I know nothing’s ever been more right.
“Get on your knees.” We’re both breathing hard. And though my mind is a mess, Alaric’s isn’t. He takes a step back before tugging on my hair as he lowers me to the floor. “Use that mouth like the filthy, horny girl you are.”
He could’ve said a lot of things. Sweet words. Praise.
And yet he chose this. It does unholy things to me, his dirty talk. My core flutters as if I didn’t come twice in the span of a few minutes.
The emptiness in my pussy is killing me, but Alaric’s needs are more important.
Alaric’s needs are fucking hot.
I still put up a fight, resist him a little. Just to catch the wicked glimmer in his eyes. The way his eyebrow quirks.
“Brat.”
It sounds for all the world likeI love you. It’s why I stop resisting and submit, kneeling before him, my lips parted.
He makes me wait, and I don’t care one bit. It’s impossible to be upset when I have this view of him, from his face that’s pulled so tight it seems like he’s made of granite to his cock that’s thick, pulsing, and leaking for me.
“Going to love seeing these lips stretched around my cock.”
Cockbarely leaves his mouth when he pulls on my hair and shoves himself deep down my throat.
My nails latch onto his strong thighs as I try to take every inch of him in. I’m choking and coughing before I manage to settle.
