Page 6 of Crave

“That’s a tall order, music man. Sure you can handle me?”

I yanked her head back, fiercely relishing the dilation of her pupils and the way her breath sped up. Yes, she liked a bite of pain. Liked to be dominated. “Let’s see, shall we?”

I pulled her up from her knees. She tried to back up, challenging, but with one swift move, I pinned her against the wall. Kicking her legs apart, I stood between her spread thighs, never breaking my grip. She let out a growl, bucking and twisting to get free. I laughed, knowing it was a game we both loved. We both knew I’d never let her escape. “Maybe my fantasy is to bringyouto your knees,” she retorted. “To strip you naked and force you to service all my needs. Be my sub. Be my slave. Be my boy toy. What would you say?”

Holding her still, I slammed my mouth over hers. The kiss was punishing, bruising, and so hot I almost came in my pants as I drowned in the sweet, spicy taste of her, my tongue plunging deep and taking over until she was moaning and digging her nails into shoulders. I bit that pouty lower lip, sucking it hard, not allowing her do anything but accept everything I gave her.

And God she did, and even gave me more, and I knew Landon had ruined me for anyone else.

When I ripped my lips from hers, she stared at me, half-drunk with arousal. Very gently, I released her hair. Stroked her cheek. Pressed a tender, light kiss on her mouth.

“I’ve been on my knees since the moment I met you, princess. Don’t you know I’m already your servant? Your worshipper? Your King to your Queen? I will do anything for you.” My voice shook with ferocity. “I will do everything for you.”

A sob broke from her throat. Her eyes misted and then she was reaching for me, melting, surrendering from within. “Adam.” My name was a symphony and a prayer I never wanted to stop listening to.

“I’m going to fuck you now. All night long.”

I dipped down and swept her into my arms. Lying her on the bed, I stripped her until she lay naked, spread for my pleasure, hair spilling over the white pillow. I took off my clothes and joined her on the bed.

And then I feasted.

There was not an inch of her skin I didn’t lick, suck, or bite. Starting from her ankles, up her legs, across her stomach, I let my hands explore and caress. I found all her sensitive parts—the underside of her knee, the indentation of her hip, her sweet, tight nipples, the fleshy part where neck met shoulder. I listened to her moans and sighs, waiting to hear every hitch of her breath and what made her shudder. I used my teeth to scrape the inside of her thighs, holding her open for me to play with her pussy. Ignoring her screams to make her come, and the punishing pain against my shoulders from her ripping nails, I never increased my pace as I tongued her clit, flicking light, refusing to increase the pressure. I found when I brushed my lips against the throbbing bud with a barely there touch, her heels ground into the mattress and she let out a wail that made me feel like a God.

Then I let her come.

As she came down from the first high, I curled my fingers and plunged into her tight, dripping channel. Burying my face in her pussy, I sucked hard on her sensitive clit and found the sweet spot, forcing her into another orgasm.

Addicted to her taste, frantic to wring her body with endless pleasure, I dragged her to the end of the bed, donned a condom, and finally thrust in hard.

“Adam! Oh, God!”

“That’s right, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”

She moaned long and low. Straightening her legs and pulling them over my bruised shoulders, I fucked her hard, losing myself in every sensation. My balls tightened and her pussy squeezed my cock, pushing me to the edge, but I knew she had a few more left. And damned if she wasn’t going to get them.

As I fucked her, my fingers went back to her clit, and I began to rub her with my thumb, in soft, firm circles. She arched against me, begging, but I refused, ruthlessly keeping her from falling over. Her body tried to twist but I held her firmly, watching her face as she sobbed my name, fighting to take over.

Then I pinched her clit hard, holding, holding. Ignored her low hiss of pain and weak struggles to move away.

And let go.

She came again, and I let myself go, pounding into her sweet body over and over until the release exploded through me in violent waves. I threw my head back and held on, shuddering under the brutal pleasure.

Barely able to move, I pulled out and disposed of the condom, then pulled her against me. Strands of hair clung damply to her cheeks. Sweat cooled on her skin. She was still shuddering as mini convulsions gripped her. “You okay?” I whispered.

“That was so much better than Fifty, Nine and Half, or any porn I ever watched.”

I started to laugh, pressing a kiss to her head as she snuggled into my arms like she belonged there. “I’m glad I could serve, princess.”

She tried to hit me but her arm fell flat. “I think I hurt you.”

“My shoulders? Yeah. But I like a bit of pain, too.”

She peered at me from under her lashes, then cupped my cheek. “Not the wrong pain. Never again.”

I stilled at the fierceness in her tone. Watching her, I waited to see what she would do next.

Even more important?

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