Page 109 of Lamb

A gasp of protest cut through the air. I had no plan to neglect her, but her desperate noise made my dick twitch painfully against the zip of my jeans. I shifted my face, her moist wetness coating my jaw as I lifted my chin and indulged her once more.

Time for dessert.

I latched onto the bundle of nerves already swollen and throbbing as my tongue danced around them.

Ash’s back arched but not a single noise managed to leave her lips as I sucked hard on her clit. Her fingers dug tight, pulling clumps of hair from my head as I fought against her hold, the pain only heightening my own arousal as I sucked punishingly hard.

It was enough.

Ash’s body quaked with her climax, legs clamped around my neck, pressing hard enough to suffocate my windpipe as her orgasm rocketed out of her. I hung on and drew out the pleasure until there was nothing left to give.

I released her clit, my tongue soothing the delicate nerves with long, languid licks. As the satisfaction began to disperse across her body, her legs fell limp over my back, and her body slumped against the white wall. Tired fingers slid from my hair, blond strands caught beneath her nails as they dropped onto the top of the wooden cabinet.

She panted, gazing up at the ceiling as she rode the euphoric high.

I rose from my knees, sliding her legs off my shoulders and letting them drape against the drawers, adjusting them beside my hips. She was slick in the center, her wetness sliding against my stomach as I pressed up against her. I leaned forward, her warmth burning through my middle as I pressed a soft kiss to her mouth, coating her in her fluid.

She managed a soft, weak return, her lips moving against me with a low, hoarse groan.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” I whispered and watched her drooping eyes flutter wide. Her pupils dilated, and I couldn’t fight my smile. So dangerously innocent.

“Oh,” Ash breathed, eyes dropping down between us, tongue darting out at the sight of my hot, rock-hard dick demanding attention.

I didn’t wait. I’d long since slipped my jeans off, my erection jerking up against my abs as it nestled between her soaking wet folds, hot and throbbing against my length. I tilted back my hips, my head lined up against her entrance, hearing the soft suck of air tuck between Ash’s lips.

Ash met my gaze as I reached up with my free hand, grabbing the arm of her glasses and sliding them back securely onto her face, restoring her vision.

I slammed home.

Ash’s cry of surprise and pleasure cut through the air as I filled her to the hilt. Her wetness stuck to the curl of my pubes, our hair intertwined as her body flexed and throbbed against me, adjusting to my girth and length.

Pleasure rippled through my own body, threatening to explode then and there like a teenager with no physical control as she squeezed me like a second skin. I felt every muscle and twitch of her canal, as Ash’s head tipped back against the wall, her glasses starting to slide from her face as she moaned through the sensation.

My hand jumped to the back of her head, my fingers slipping behind her neck and pulling her head forward, stopping the glasses from slipping off. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her head limp in my hands.

“Don’t look away,” I demanded, letting my hips rock back as my length began to slide away. Ash’s eyes began to roll up, her head tilting back in pleasure. “Look at me, Ash. Don’t look anywhere else.”

I slammed back into her, and this time, I didn’t wait for her to adjust. She’d had enough time.

I kept my thrusts sharp but slow, painfully dragging out each length only to push back in hard and fast. Ash’s limp body grew tense and tight as desire filled her with each thrust. Her hands clamped onto the edge of the dresser, rocking beneath us as my movements picked up pace.

This had no patience. There was no love or delicacy. This was raw fucking.

My force became punishing, the dresser slamming against the wall with each pound of my hips, and Ash’s cries peaking with every bruising slam of my head against her cervix. Lust clouded my judgment, and my thoughts became silent from everything except the overwhelming desire to reach so far into her she would taste me at the back of her throat. It consumed my every thought, and even when my ass and my thighs burned with pressure, it only spurred me further.

Ash’s glasses began to slip from her sweat-slicked face, and at the sight of them disappearing, my hand jumped up her neck into her hair, my grip tightening into it and holding her head in place.

“Look at me,” I growled, the need for her to see me as she felt me deep inside consumed me. “Who am I?”

Ash moaned, her response garbled between her groans and gasps.

“Look at me,” I insisted, tilting her face to look into mine, our noses touching as I forced her eyes into mine. “Who. Am. I?”

“Lamb,” Ash cried. “You are Lamb.”

“Louder,” I growled, my face pressing into the side of her face, my lips pressing against the shell of her ear. “Who am I?”

“LAMB!” Ash cried. “Lamb, Lamb, Lamb.”

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