Page 119 of Criminally Yours

“Suck me. Take all of me.” She smiled around his pulsating cock as she took him to the back of her throat, breathing heavily through her nose. The sound of her gagging slightly made his thighs shake. “Look at me with those big brown eyes as you take my dick, beautiful.”

As his balls tingled, he pulled out. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“Not a fucking chance in hell. But I have other plans, including burying my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours.”

She panted and stared wide-eyed at him.

He could come from that look.

“Stand. I want you in just your knickers.” She shook slightly as she followed his request. He prepared to catch her, but he didn’t need to. Even with handcuffs on, his girl coped.

The dress fell to the floor, and she kicked it away.

“Come here before I drag you closer.”

She neared him. He grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh.

She teetered on her toes, and he leaned down and licked and sucked her neck, his lips against the pulse of her throat, the ache in his gut growing.

Need consumed him as he growled against her skin, “Am I distracting you?”

She pursed her lips, shooting him a look of frustration.

“I’m not one for waiting, Millie. Answer me.”

He bent down, his mouth hovering above her nipples.

“You’re overwhelming me,” she gasped.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Touch me, take me,” she begged.

He lathered her nipples. He squeezed and twisted them, making her cry out.

Occasionally, he pulled back to check on her before diving back to suck and lick her breasts. Sweat beaded her trembling form.

He kissed her hard on the mouth, and she fell against him.

“These lacy, pink knickers have tortured me,” he growled. He kneeled and breathed on her pussy. “I saw them in your bag when we packed the tent. I wondered what day you’d wear them. Do you know what I’m going to do?”

She shook her head. “No.”

He smiled devilishly as he gazed at her. “I’m going to rip them off you. From today, these knickers are mine to rub against my cock whenever I want.”

“Yes,” she cried. “Take them.”

He grabbed her knickers from the side and yanked them, ripping them down the side seam, smirking at her gasp before running his finger across her pussy. “You’re soaking. You’re desperate for me.”

“I just want you, always.”

It could be the adrenaline ramping up her desire and making her say anything, but the slow, focused way she said it convinced him otherwise. “You want me forever?”

“Yes. What do you want?” she stuttered.

“I want you until I die. Nothing else will satisfy me.” He slipped his finger inside her on the last sentence. “And I want you on my mouth.”

He lifted her leg, stroking his calloused skin across her calf before placing it over his shoulder.