Page 21 of Bounty

“No. I want to hear your sweet voice say those dirty words. You’re going to be my bad girl, and then I’m gonna treat you like one.”

“Please, eat my cunt,” she cries out.

“Language,” I comment as I slap her pussy.

She jolts in surprise, her eyes going wide as her parted lips inhale deep. I slap it a second time, and she gasps. I lick her from hole to clit, then lap at her folds slowly, torturing her with small bursts of pleasure. If she wants more, she needs to start talking.

“Colin!” she yells. “Please, please!”

“You weren’t very descriptive…”

Toying with her takes my remaining self control. I want so badly to slam inside her heat—to be home once more—but being inside her will be so much sweeter if I break her first.

“If you want to come all over my face, I suggest you start talking,” I prompt her.

“I want you to lick my clit, and eat my pussy until I’m shaking,” she moans.

I lick and suck at her clit until her legs start to shake. Then I ease off.

“Please, please, please Colin, use your fingers,” she yells. Her face is flushed with desire and lust.

I slide one finger inside her, fucking it into her slowly as my thumb rubs her little bundle of nerves. Her hips move as she makes little whines and whimpers that go straight to my inner beast. He wants to rip her apart.

I put a second finger inside her, scissoring them in her snug pussy, and she lifts her hips off the bed, fucking herself ontothem like a fiend. I lean in to suck her clit, flicking it with my tongue as her moans dance throughout the room.

“What do you want, you bad, dirty girl? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to make me feel so good I come all over your face. Then I want you to flip me over and fuck me. Own me!”

“My little flower is such a filthy slut. My perfect, dirty girl.”

I consume her, taking her apart piece by piece and drowning her in pleasure. She rides my fingers as I suck down on her clit. Her thighs tense and clamp around my head right before her sweetness drenches my face.

“Yes,” I growl. “Fuck yes.”

I use my tongue to lap up every fucking drop, and my control finally snaps. I lick her more, caressing her folds until she’s hurtling toward another orgasm. I’d eat her out all day everyday. Fucking tie her to the bed and treat her like my personal buffet.

But I need to be inside her right now. She’s so close to going over the edge, I can see it in her eyes. And when she does go, I want to be inside her–I need to feel her pussy strangle my cock.

I stop, shucking my pants off. “Get on your hands and knees, now.”

Wasting no time dragging her to the edge of the bed, I stand behind her and slam home.Fuck. Fuck, she feels like a vise. A good man would give her time to adjust. I have no clue what she’s used to, or what she can handle now. But then I think about how she may have had another lover since she was exiled. Wisteria Jean is beautiful, so she most likely has. The thought of a man other than Cain or Jude touching her makes me fucking feral.

I thrust into her hard and deep without holding back, erasing any other men who touched my little flower, spoke to her, so much as thought about her. She’s mine and I’ll fucking fight to the death for her.

“Colin, oh fuck.Oh my god.Oooh!” she babbles. The way she incoherently slurs her words is music to my ears.

“You like that?” I growl at her. “Tell me.”

“Yes, oh my–yes! I love it, Colin,” she screams.

I collar her throat, pulling her off the bed, until her back is flush with my chest. Pounding into her harder and harder I whisper in her ear, “I love the sound of your voice when I’m fucking you. I love how your tight heat milks me for everything I’ve got. I love having you back in my arms where you belong.”

She clamps down on me as she finally plunges over the edge and takes me with her. We collapse on the bed in a panting, sweaty mess with me still inside her. I don’t want any of my seed spilling out.

Maybe it’ll stick.

“You still hate me?” I ask her.

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