Page 54 of Sticks and Stones and Broken Bones

“Yes.” Anything. I’d agree to anything right now. I was so wound up, so close to losing my mind with needing him.

He huffed a laugh, and I heard the rustle of clothes. I looked up to see him shed his tee and sweats.

Fuuuuck.

Ridges of muscles littered his abs, deep valleys and grooves that ended in a belt even Adonis would be jealous of. His thick cock stood proud and leaking and I wanted to lick it.

I scrambled to my knees, catching by surprise, and pushed him backwards. He laughed as he fell and I lapped up the glorious sound. It made my heart clench and I wanted to hear it again, but later. Right now, I wanted to hear him gasp and moan and say my name on a prayer.

I didn’t wait, too wound up for foreplay. I leant down and took his cock straight into the wet heat of my mouth, revelling in the bitter taste of his pre-cum. I licked at his slit and swirled my tongue around the tip. Rook tangled his fingers in my hair, and he yanked my head back.

A harsh sound escaped my lips as he pulled his dick free.

“Oh, Raevyn,” he said, his voice a warm, sultry rasp. “I think you can do better than that. Show me how much you want it. Open wide, Lilac.”

His words send lightning through me, but I did as I was told. I stretched my mouth as wide as I could and Rook, grabbing the base of his dick, pushed my head towards it. I gave up control, letting Rook fuck my face as he fed me his cock, over and over again.

My pussy gushed. I was so fucking wet. I’d never been used like this before, but Rook set a brutal rhythm, and he owned me.

I braced my hands on his thighs, feeling the power in his muscles as he moved.

“Fuck, your mouth feel so good, baby,” Rook said in a harsh whisper.

I moaned around his cock, loving the way he held it deep in my throat. I gagged and I felt my muscles convulsing as he cut off my air supply. I knew, in the back of my mind, I didn’t need to breathe anymore, but my body still clung to the concept. The world grew hazy. It was painful… thrilling… and so fucking exciting.

I was held hostage, unable to move, unable to breathe. I just had to take it. Take him. Just stay there, his pubic hair tickling my nose as he used me just how he wanted.

There was something freeing in it. Something liberating.

Tears streamed down my face and as I looked up at Rook.

“So pretty, baby. So fucking good.” His voice was raw, and it dragged across my nerves before he pulled his cock from my mouth. I pulled back, dragging a deep breath into my lungs. They felt like they were on fire.

Rook rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip, wiping the saliva away. “You like being good for me?”

“Yeah,” I said, still breathless.

He smiled lazily. “Bet you’d like being bad for me, too.”

My brain stuttered for a second, but I wasn’t given a chance to recover. Rook pulled me to him for a dirty kiss.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Lilac. Hands and knees. Now.”

I obeyed instantly, getting into position on the bed. A stillness descended as I waited for what he was going to do next.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he trailed his fingers up the backs of my thighs.

I felt his knees settle either side of mine and his cock rested against my ass. I shivered in anticipation, feeling slightly vulnerable.

His hand gripped my hip and then I felt his cock nudge against my entrance.

“Oh, Gods,” I muttered, the anticipation edging on torture.

“The Gods can’t help you now,” he said and then he slammed into me with one quick thrust.

My back arched and a cry left my lips as he sank himself deep inside me. Gods, he felt so good. So fucking thick and my thighs trembled with the sheer effort of holding me up as he thrust into me with the same brutal rhythm he’d used when fucking my face.

His hand wrapped in my hair and pulled my head backwards.

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