Page 132 of Wreck Me

I angled her with my hold, then dragged my tongue through her folds.

“Shit,” she cried, bucking and squirming as I licked up every drop, savoring her sweetness on my tongue and drinking it down. I flicked her clit once, making her jerk and moan out, her hands clamping down on my shoulders for purchase as her thighs shook.

And then I pulled away.

Her needy whimper was the sweetest melody. “You’re being such a tease,” she panted.

I smirked up at her. “Oh, love, you shouldn’t have done that. I always rise to a challenge.”

I released her, then opened my jeans and pulled my very hard cock out.

Her eyes widened as she drank her fill, most of her attention drawn my piercings.

Jerking her closer, I said, “You want to know what a tease really is?”

I grasped the base of my cock, then spread her open with my free hand, as I rubbed my crown through her folds, teasing her with my piercings, over her lips, her clit, with slow and sensual movements.

“God,” she moaned, folding herself over me and sinking her fingers into my hair as I tortured her with the maddening pace, working her up, making her drip for me, but not giving her enough to come close to reaching that coveted peak.

Her juices were slicking all the way down her inner thighs within moments and she was groaning and keening, fisting my long waves.

“Please… oh fuck… please… more,” she pleaded, almost crying with it.

I chuckled darkly, then grabbed her hips, lurched up and tossed her down onto the couch.

I shucked my jeans and boxers off, then pounced on with her.

“Seeing as though you begged so beautifully,” I said, before throwing her legs over my shoulders, then diving in without warning.

She clawed at my hair as I swirled my tongue over every inch of her cunt, then alternated with hard flicks to her clit. It was wild and merciless and she had my cock pulsing as she writhed and even kicked at my shoulders, screams becoming shrieks.

Her responsiveness was driving me absolutely insane with lust and the need to elicit more from her, to ignite every nerve-ending, to open the door to a whole other realm of bliss, one so intense that it would leave her utterly boneless.

I ramped up the intensity, lashing her with my tongue, nibbling on her clit, sucking it and her lips. And when I felt her right on the edge, I thrust two fingers deep inside, her walls clamping down around me with the tightest grip I’d ever felt—and that was just around my fingers. I could only imagine what magnificent erotic torture it would be for my cock. I curled them inside her, finding her sweet spot, and that was it, she went off like a rocket, slamming her fists down on the couch as she screamed and screamed like a banshee and exploded all over my tongue. I didn’t stop, pounding into her rapid-fire, then sucking harshly on her little clit.

“Shit! I can’t… too much… oh fuck! Fuck!”

Sure enough, she came again, her heels digging into my shoulder blades, then rising up and clawing at my tee like a delectably wild thing.

Absolutely incredible.

When I’d finished licking up every drop of her and I pulled back, easing her legs off my shoulders, I found her collapsed on the couch, her eyes glazed and a satiated smile spread over her face. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “That was… unbelievable.”

“Damn, Cas. Didn’t expect you to hit it off this quickly with her.”

I turned to see Caleb striding in with a shit-eating grin on his face with Bastian in tow. It took the latter time through a strangely delayed reaction for him to register the scene before him. As soon as he did and took in me licking the remnants of her taste off my lips and Skylar stretched out on the couch like a contented little kitten with her thighs spread open, his eyes darkened.

He was striding over in the next moment and I frowned when I watched him stumble in his step. I shot a querying look at Caleb and he shrugged his shoulders, unaware of what was going on there.

Skylar’s head lolled to the side and she took them in with a lethargic smile, her eyes still glazed as she basked in the afterglow of the onslaught of pleasure I’d showered her with.

Bastian brushed some stray strands of hair out of her face.

It turned out to be deceptively tender, though, and he surprised both me and Caleb as he suddenly fisted his hand in her hair and jerked her head to him roughly as he snarled, “The scent of your freshly eaten cunt is driving my cock crazy, as crazy as you fucking make me, Sky. You’re in my fucking head, in my bones, down really deep. You know that?” He leaned in and breathed her in. “What should we do about that, hmm?” He reached out with his free hand and suddenly slapped her cunt. Hard.

She mewled and bucked on the couch.

“Punish this sinful body of yours,” he ground out, as he did it again. “That’s what I’m gonna do right now.”

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