“I’m going to fucking devour you, Tiny. I’m going to make you lose your damn mind like you do to me on a daily basis.”
“Please,” I beg as he kisses up my calf, slowly getting closer and closer to where I need him.
“If it hurts, tell me and we’ll move.”
“Okay,” I breathe, although it’s nowhere near true. With his lips on me and the anticipation racing through me right now, I barely feel anything else.
He licks and kisses up my thigh, and right before I think he’s going to move across to where I really need him, he sinks his teeth into my soft flesh.
“Oh fuck, Spike.” That move, that claiming of me is almost enough to send me crashing into the release I so desperately need.
He pulls back slightly and looks at his handiwork, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “I guess it’ll have to do until I get the chance to ink you.”
I want to respond, but I don’t get time, because after flicking a look up to me he forces my thighs wider and dives into me.
He sucks on my clit until I start to see stars.
“Holy shit, fuck. Shit.”
The pressure, the speed, everything. He just gets it right every single time. It’s like he’s got a fucking instruction manual to my body.
His fingers lift when I’m almost on the cusp of falling just from his tongue alone, and one circles my entrance.
My muscles pull, desperate to feel him filling me, stretching me.
“Spike, please. More. More.”
“As you wish,” he moans against me, the vibrations from his low voice sending bolts of pleasure through me.
Two fingers surge up inside me and curl, finding just the right place. His teeth graze my clit before he flattens his tongue against it and works me until I’m screaming his name, my fingers pulling at his hair so hard that I start to wonder if it’s going to fall out.
My orgasm hits like a tidal wave, threatening to send me crashing to the ground. My one leg holding me up starts to buckle, but before I fall, I’m in his arms.
I stare up into his dark brown eyes and my chest aches.
Fuck. I’m starting to feel way too much for this incredible man.
“I’ll always catch you,” he says, making me want to cry. Emotion burns the back of my throat but I force it down.
Witnessing yet another of my emotional breakdowns is the last thing he needs right now, I’m sure.
Unaware of how deeply his words affect me, he lays me down in the bed, his hands resting either side of my head as he hovers above me before his lips find mine once again.
I moan as my own taste explodes on my tongue.
“So fucking sweet,” he groans. “I’m fucking addicted to you, Kas.”
He once again kisses down my body. I start to think he’s going to begin eating me once more, but after a brief kiss to my mound, he stands and begins pulling off his own clothing.
I watch his muscles pull and ripple as he pulls his shirt over his head before dropping his trousers and kicking everything away.
He stands with his hard cock jutting out in front of him so that I can take my fill.
After a few seconds, his restraint must snap because he takes himself in his hand and begins working his cock.
I groan at the sight of him taking what he needs, my core flooding.
“I need you,” I admit.
“I fucking need you too, Tiny. A hell of a lot more than I should.”
He takes a step forward and I scramble up the bed so he has some space. He settles between my thighs, running the head of his cock through my juices and sending little aftershocks from my previous orgasm shooting around my body.
“Stop teasing,” I warn.
“I could say the same thing about you every fucking minute of the fucking day. All day I’ve been fucking hard for you, Kas. All fucking day,” he admits, folding over me so his lips brush mine.
He finds my entrance, pushing in just enough to drive me fucking wild, but he pauses as my muscles clench, desperate to pull him deeper.
“All I could think about was laying you out on my chair and feasting on you, taking you, showing every motherfucker in that place that you belong to me.”
“Oh God,” I whimper as I acknowledge the serious tone in his words.
“You fucking slay me,” he whispers as he surges forward, filling me in one thrust.
My back arches as he lifts my right leg so that he can get even deeper.
“Spike,” I cry as he hits some magical place inside me that only he’s been able to discover.
“Does it hurt? Are you okay?” he grates out through gritted teeth.
“Yes, yes. Just... move, please.”
A pained laugh falls from his lips before he pulls all the way out of me and flips me over so I’m on all fours with my arse in the air.
“Fucking addicted,” he mutters almost to himself as he pushes back inside me slowly.
“Spike,” I moan as he pushes—deeper than before.
“Fuck, yes.” His palm connects with my arsecheek. It stings like a bitch, but I can’t deny that it doesn’t make me wet as fuck.
“You like that, dirty girl?”
“Yes, yes,” I pant, earning me another slap.
I try to look back over my shoulder, desperate to see him, but he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy staring at where we’re connected.
I’m jealous. I want to see it.
After a few seconds, his eyes lift to mine. The heat, the emotions within them has my breath catching.
“Kas?” he whispers, but he doesn’t say any more. Instead he wraps his hand around my throat and drags me up so my back presses to his front and he captures my lips in a punishing kiss as his hips continue to piston in and out of me.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s fucking everything.
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