Page 78 of Wreck Me

“You look so fucking stunning when you come, when you let go like that,” he said as he laid me down on my bed, then moved to step back.

I watched, still awash in a pleasure haze, as he opened his jeans, then shoved them and his boxers down, his very hard and very big cock springing free.

Jeez. It had me licking my lips at the sight.

He smirked, noticing my reaction.

He shucked them off his ankles, then climbed onto the bed, crawling up my body in a sexy predatory way that sent a delicious tremble through me.

He brushed my wild, just-fucked hair out of my face and gazed down at me. “I fucking want you too.” He rubbed his shaft through my pussy still slick from my recent orgasm. “More than I should.” He groaned as I coated his cock. “More than should be possible.” He brushed his lips over my cheek and nibbled at my jaw. “You’re crawling under my skin, Skylar. Deep in my bones.” His fingers tightened in my hair right to my scalp, making me hiss at the sharp pain. “I can’t cast you out. And worse than that, I don’t fucking want to.”

His confession was both disturbing and thrilling, to be wanted that badly, that deeply, it was a heady thing, a powerful thing. And the worrying side to that, the obsessive nature of it called to the twisted side of me, pulling me in and holding me right there with him.

I smirked up at him. “Then don’t.”

He looked startled and it just added to the thrill.

The next thing I knew, I was shoving my hands into his chest and knocking him off me and onto his back on the bed.

I pounced on him, grasped the base of his dick so roughly that it had him grunting.

A slow lick, my tongue twisting around his crown, had him bucking for me.

I dug my nails into his thighs, definitely leaving marks, and then I opened wide and sucked him into my mouth, swallowing him all the way down my throat.

“Fuck… fucking shit,” he cried.

His fingers delved into my hair, but he didn’t tighten his grip or try to use it as leverage to take control.

He was holding back.

Something had eased in him since my confession.

And that was all well and good.

But not when it came to this.

I wanted him to lose himself like he’d made me earlier, like he did whenever he touched me.

I wanted him lost in it all, totally and utterly consumed.

And I wanted to be right there with him, drowning in it too.

I grabbed one of his hands in my hair and tightened his grip.

A sexy carnal rumble came from him as he got the message, and then he was shoving my head down, pulling at my roots as he forced me to deep throat him.

“Ungh… fuck… Jesus Christ, Skylar,” he choked out.

His hand left my hair with me already gagging myself on his cock as it was, and then he had me jolting as he traced the moisture from my pussy up to my back hole, and swirled around, before dipping a finger inside and teasing.

“Fuck, that’s right, get my cock nice and sloppy so I can take this tight little hole.”

Oh God. I trembled at his erotic threat.

His finger slid in deeper and I moaned around my mouthful of cock.

As he drove all the way to the last knuckle, then slid another inside and began scissoring and stretching me open, the burning pain of it brought out the animal side of me, and I was swallowing hard around his crown buried deep down my throat, squeezing and scratching at his balls.

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