Oh, sweet pussy.
Soft and pink, hiding shyly behind a tuft of dark hair. And so fucking wet.
His mouth watered, and he dropped between her legs, bending them, then tossing them over his shoulders as quickly as he could. “I’m so fucking hungry.”
“Pierce…oh—”
She stopped talking the instant he filled his mouth with her succulent flesh. The tart-sweet flavor of her teased his tongue as he explored her folds and valleys. She was lush and ripe—like a fucking fantasy. He ate at her ravenously, wondering if he’d ever get enough.
Under him, she cried out, head thrashing from side to side. Her thighs suddenly tightened around his head. Her fingers thrust into his hair as she began scratching at his scalp. Her little moans became high-pitched pleas that reverberated in his ears and messed with his restraint.
Fuck, he loved heaping pleasure on her.
One-Mile pushed her thighs wider, dragged his tongue up her center again, and let out a gruff groan as she gushed into his mouth. The clit he took between his lips was engorged and hard as hell. God, he’d love to mouth-fuck her half the night, but she wasn’t going to last. And neither was his nagging cock. If he didn’t get inside Brea soon, the fucker would drill a hole in his mattress to find relief.
Under his insistent tongue, her hips wriggled. Her harsh breaths filled the room. Her cries grew louder. He could fucking smell her—under his nose, on his lips, all over his sheets. It made him hungrier. Fair or not, he demanded more from her.
Reluctantly, he released her thighs to clamp his fingers around her hips so he could use his grip to press her onto his tongue. Every fucking time he lapped her up, she gave him more sweet cream. She was making him crazy. Goddamn hysterically insane. He was always in control, always aware of everyone and everything around him, threats assessed, escape routes mapped. Right now, his fucking house could burn down but he wouldn’t give a shit about that or the danger until she fucking came on his tongue.
When her clit swelled even more and began to quiver as it turned to steel, One-Mile knew he had her.
Yeah. Oh, fuck, yeah. Give. It. To. Me.
As if she read his mind, Brea did, exploding with her next gasping breath as she stiffened and tossed her head back with an ear-piercing scream that made her entire body quiver and jolt.
Into his mouth, she pulsed and flowed. He plunged his tongue into her so he could feel the hard clamp of her body throbbing with the ecstasy he gave her.
He licked her through the pinnacle, making sure she rode every euphoric moment that twisted on and on until her body went limp, leaving Brea to gulp in recovering breaths of air. Smiling, One-Mile licked his lips as he climbed up her body.
Slowly, her lashes fluttered open. She blinked up at him, her eyes so golden they looked molten. Her stare was like a battering ram to his solar plexus. With just a look, she staggered him, knocked the breath from him.
Bullshit. She destroyed him.
“You good?” he managed to get out.
Her lips curled into a little smile. “Ahhhmazing. Can you make me feel like that again?”
He was already on fire, but her words poured gasoline over the blaze. Fuck waiting another second. “Right now, pretty girl. Right the fuck now.”
His entire body buzzed with need as he took his cock in hand and fit it against her snug opening. He stared, forcing her wide eyes to meet his as he began to rock and thrust inside her, slowly shoving his tip past her swollen flesh.
Jesus, she was so fucking tight.
One-Mile eased out, rooted to her opening again, then pushed harder. She gasped in a catch of breath that had him freezing in place. She sounded as if she was in pain. He would have sworn he felt something inside her give way—almost as if it…broke.
What the fuck?
Before he could ask, the force of his next mindless thrust sent him delving deep. He tumbled inside her unimpeded, until he was blessedly submerged balls deep.
Dear God…
Her scalding heat surrounded him in a feeling unlike anything he’d ever experienced. An involuntary shudder wracked his body. Holy fuck. This woman was going to burn him the fuck alive. Right now, all he could think was how badly he ached for the flames.
He’d process these last few moments—how he felt and what it meant—then they’d talk. But later. Much fucking later.
Now was for making Brea scream his name.
“Oh, damn, pretty girl…”
When he looked down, he was surprised to find her eyes screwed shut tight.
“It hurts,” she whimpered.
Fuck, the last thing he’d ever want to do was cause her pain. He had to find the control to be gentler—somehow. She’d had a massive orgasm, and while she was swollen he’d battered into her like a damn blunt-force object. He owed it to her to make her feel good.
But his goal was to give her so much fucking pleasure that she’d never want to spend another minute naked with Cutter Bryant.
“I’m sorry,” he crooned. “I’ll slow down. No more pain.”
Slowly, she relaxed around him. “Really?”
“None. I promise.” To prove it, he stroked softly into her, down, down, until his crest nudged her cervix.
Oh, holy hell…
“That’s better,” she sighed breathlessly.
“Yeah?” He kissed her overheated cheeks, swiped his thumb across the perspiration at her temple.
She nodded. “That feels…good.”
Fuck, did it ever. He thrust a bit faster, still watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Thankfully, nothing but soft excitement filled her face. And when her lashes lifted from her cheeks, opening his view to the windows of her soul once more? Yeah, his cock nagged and ached for relief, but the vise in his chest squeezed even harder. Her expression played hell with his self-control.
Those fiery golden eyes of hers said that, at least for now, she totally belonged to him.
His fingers on her hips
