Page 61 of Bullet

His deep chuckle rumbled from him and into me. “You have a pretty pussy.” The blade of his tongue sliced through my slit and wiggled against my clit.

Oh my god, he had a talented tongue. Heat centered on my core, his warm, wet mouth licked the length of me, and the tip of his tongue dipped into my center. “Feels so good.”

I sighed, letting my legs relax in his hold. My fingers sank into his hair, and he ate my pussy like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, devouring mytender flesh with an unquenchable craving. And then he was there, circling my opening, and sliding his finger into me.

In the brightness of the room, I closed my eyes. My breath hitched, and my core clenched. A distant sound of a low moan rent the air. The murmured pleasure came from me.

Bullet’s hair tickled my thigh, and the rough scrape of his goatee sent shivers through me. His mouth was magic, flaring electric current through me. I wanted to grind against his mouth, but his strong grip on my thighs held me immobile. He licked and sucked, drinking the juices dripping out of me.

“Fucking sweet,” he said, dragging his tongue over the length of my pussy. “Sit on my face. I need to look into those brown eyes as you come on my mouth.”

Simultaneously shifting to his back, he lifted me and positioned me over his face, gripping my ass in his palm. I tried to hover, but his hold forced me lower.

I couldn’t resist sinking onto the heat of his mouth. The pressure of his tongue sliced between my lips, and he sucked my clit, intensifying the pressure and the pleasure. A tight coil of lust snapped.

A silent scream crawled up my throat. My body convulsed and trembled as I came undone. I gasped for air but couldn’t catch my breath. Our gazes fused together in a tense moment of surrender. A tightening in the pit of my stomach had my core contracting. My eyes watered. A million sparking flashes continued to shatter within me, and my orgasm made its way out of my body.

Bullet’s grip softened, and his licks gentled. I shifted off him. My juices glistened on his face. He leaned up, fisted his hand in my hair, and crushed his lips onto mine.

I whimpered, tasting myself, buckling under his intoxicating touch. Inching back, I licked his lips, cleaning his mouth of my cum. He growled, reached between my legs, and shoved two fingers into my core.

Aggression fired through me. I angled his head and devoured his mouth. In a feral need to give him as much as he was giving me, I pushed him to his back, straddled his hips, and rubbed my pussy over his thick cock.

The metal bar of his dick piercing abraded my tender folds and swollen clit. I swiveled my hips, relishing the smooth feel of his shaft sliding between my slit.

“If you keep grinding down on me, I’m going to come before I get inside you.” His fingertips dug into my hips as I ground against him and rode him hard.

I bent forward and sucked on his nipple. My palms braced on his chest, and his muscles flexed beneath his ink. Using the flat of my tongue, I flicked the piercing. His palms slid onto my ass and smacked my buttocks.

“We need that condom.”

I hummed a positive sound and trailed a path of kisses to his shoulder, sucking hard along his neck.

With an arm around my ribs, he flipped me to my back. “Don’t move,” he said and leaned to the edge of the bed and opened a drawer. I tried not to thinkabout the other women he’d had in this bed, but the persistent images kept trying to invade my mind.

I kept my eyes open, filling my vision with Bullet. I couldn’t deny I was just another kitten hooked on his catnip and begging to purr.

With a plastic package in his fingers, he knelt between my thighs, and with a smile tilting his lips, he ripped it open. Pinching the tip of the condom, he stretched the latex over the head and his piercing and rolled it down the length.

“I didn’t think I’d ever find you.” He split my soaked slit with his cockhead. “I’ve dreamed of you, Stormy. So many times, I thought I was losing my fucking mind.” He stared into my eyes.

I traced his lips, and my fingers feathered along his jaw. “Me, too.” Maybe we were always meant to find each other again.

He grasped my wrist and kissed my fingertips. I lifted my thighs high on his flanks and curled my fingers around his erect cock. The crown notched my opening. With his next breath, he thrust into me.

I gasped, and my core contracted against him.

He sank deep, filling me, stretching me, penetrating me until there was nothing between us. And then he rolled his hips and drilled even deeper. My inner tissues melted, softening, gloving to his size.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

He retracted, paused for the reckless beat of my heart, then surged again. A guttural groan rumbled from his chest into mine. Banding my arms around him, I arched into him, meeting his thrust with the canting of my hips.

“You’re so deep.” I was going to feel him for days.

Braced in the cradle of my thighs, Bullet lifted onto outstretched arms, biceps tensing, and swiveled his hips, fucking me in ways I’d never experienced. He laced our fingers, giving me another point of connection.

Our gazes locked. This was just for us. Fighters, survivors, lovers.

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