Page 90 of When Sparks Fly

He chuckles against my ear, vibrations shoot through my chest and down to my pussy. “Oh, you wanna use me, huh?”

“Not any more than you want to use me.”

He grips my shoulders and presses me back. “Not a single thing I have done or will do is about using you. But my cock is certainly not done with your greedy pussy today.”

My eyes widen at his admission and I grin. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

With one hand on my hip, he reaches to a small table beside the couch, opening a drawer I never noticed before, and retrieving a condom. My eyebrow quirks. He sheathes himself quickly and I raise up for him to guide the tip of his cock to my entrance before he guides me down slowly.

Fully seated, I let out a half-moan, half-gasp at the sensation. I’ve never felt this full and didn’t anticipate it could feel so fucking good. “Sutton.” My head falls forward in amazement and we haven’t even started.

He pulls me in for a deep kiss.

My hands on his chest soak in his warmth and steady me. I raise up until only the tip of his cock remains inside of me before sliding back down again. Sutton lets out a hiss and trails hot kisses down my neck toward my chest. His teeth sink into the sensitive skin as I repeat the action again.

“I never gave you that mark,” he growls against me.

I move slower, sliding my hands up his neck and into his wild hair. It’s hardly damp now. My skin lights up as he nips in a chaotic pattern, interspersed with kisses. One more stinging bite and I slam down hard onto his lap.

“Fuck. You want it, don’t you? Always enticing me to lose control.” His mouth hovers over my nipple as he finishes speaking, his dark eyes trained on me.

My words come out quietly. “Yes. You’re always so chivalrous and charming. Let your wild side out. I can take it.”

His hips thrust into me and a pleasured gasp breaks from my mouth. Without warning, he lifts us both off the couch, wrapping his arms around me and taking the few steps to the bed where he drops me onto it.

Anticipation floods me as he hovers over me. One hand rests next to my head while the other slides under my back. He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs hard, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. His hot tongue traces a line up the side to my ear where he whispers, “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Ravage me.”

He bites onto my skin and I groan at the pressure. The hand next to my face moves between us, where he repositions himself and thrusts into me in one swift motion, forcing a loud moan from me. It’s followed quickly by another deep thrust. “This what you want?”

My eyes fly to his. “Yes.”

His movements increase and I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his shoulders. He leans his head forward, biting my breast deeply, right above the nipple.

His eyes return to mine. “You’re not just going to bear one mark. Every piece of you is going to hold something of me.” He kisses me hungrily before biting my bottom lip between his teeth. Not enough to draw blood, but enough for a delicious sting.

His mouth continues to roam over me, kissing and licking here and there, nipping occasionally, and biting down in equal parts pain and pleasure overmy neck and breasts. I don’t bruise easily, and despite the pleasurable pain he’s creating, I know I won’t be covered with visible marks. But the truth remains: everything will be different after this.

He draws back again, sitting on his heels and pulling me to straddle his lap. The thrusts deepen and become more insistent as my orgasm builds. I’ve never climaxed with penetration only and I’m surprised at the sensations that he’s ripping from my body. I cling to him, wrapping my arms around him and tucking my head into his neck to return the biting and sucking.

Pleasure fills every piece of me and I whimper into his neck. He keeps one arm wrapped securely around me, the other cradling my head as he leans his head back to look in my eyes.

“Don’t take your eyes off me. I want to watch you come apart completely.”

I’m not sure if I can actually do what he’s asking, but I nod vigorously anyway and grip him tighter.

“You were made to take me.” His words tip me over the edge and my orgasm rips through me. I cry out his name as my body spasms around him.

A few thrusts later, he swallows my cries in a searing kiss, his own moans mingling with mine. His next kiss is softer, before our foreheads meet and we work to right our breathing. “You’re stunning all the time, but watching you succumb to pleasure while I’m inside you is devastating. Nothing else will ever compare to that sight.”

I don’t know if I should tell him that was the best experience of my life.

His nose brushes against mine as he composes himself, eyes closed. “I want the fallout.”

“What?” I smirk at him. When he opens his eyes, they’re filled with something different. Something deep and powerful. My throat constricts.

“I think you’re on the edge of a big decision. I feel it, even if you don’t want to tell me everything. And that is entirely up to you.” His heart is shining right through his eyes at me.

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