Page 31 of The Suit

CRASH went my mouth on hers.

The hot sweep of her tongue against mine had me pulling back. Our eyes met once again, unblinking, both of us questioning our own sanity; questioning what the fuck we were doing, what we were about to do. Because this was a line we would never get back.

Three pounding heartbeats it took for me to realize the look she was giving me mirrored my own; want, need, desire, curiosity...

The decision had been made.

My lips glued themselves to hers at the same time I scooped her up and kicked the door closed with my foot, slamming her up against it so hard her breath caught. I would have paused to check she was okay if her legs hadn’t locked round my waist, hooking me in, needing whatever this was as much as I did.

Arousal shot down my spine like a bullet as her fingers raked through my hair with absolutely no gentleness; her hot tongue plunging into my mouth seeking its fill. I met her with my own, sweeping round and tasting nothing but raw, frenzied passion, like I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

Lithe, supple thighs squeezed round my waist as she continued her assault on my mouth, the tightness of her skirt bunching up as she pulled me in further, and I found myself palming the curves of her bare ass, so full and tight, that if my dick hadn’t already been as hard as the solid oak I was pinning her against, it would have been then.

My fingers grazed along her thigh as I gripped harder, and then – fuck me – I realized she was wearing stockings. My weakness.Motherfuckingstockings, made from every wet dream I’d ever had as a horny teenager. Stockings which gave me direct access to where the heat of her was already scalding me; where I could feel her wetness seep into my shirt, where I could almost smell the fervor coming off her, as her tight, peaked nipples grazed my chest through our combined fabrics.

The slide of my fingers down through her ass cheeks had me swallowing a noise I was pretty sure I’d never made in my life before. Animalistic, raw, vicious... Which was exactly what this was. Zero finesse, just base instinct. There was too much and not enough space between us. My hands wanted to be everywhere at once. I wanted to know if the rest of her felt as incredible as the parts of her that were only currently within my reach.

The tug on my shirt, pulling it from the waist of my pants told me she needed more as much as I did. The scrape of her nails against my skin spurred me on to move quicker than I ever had in my life.

Keeping her perfect ass firmly in my hands - because letting go of it felt like stupidest decision I would ever make - I moved us to the nearest available surface – the bookcase – and put her down on the small ledge. The space between us had her reaching for my belt buckle and pants, where my confined dick was weeping in earnest, but I held off from removing him just yet.

Gripping her jaw in my hand, my fingers curled around the nape of her neck as I my eyes poured over her, witnessing her in a way I never had before; the dusky flush of her skin glistening with perspiration, her eyes burning bright with a level of need I’d never seen before, on anyone. Another caveman-deep rumble rolled up from my chest, it was all I could manage; there was no room for words in case they broke whatever thefuckspell was we were in, but the slight curve of her mouth told me I’d better not fucking stop whatever we’d started.

I craned back a fraction, needing to see her nipples straining under the sheer fabric and the challenge in her eye asked me what I was going to do about it. Always a fucking challenge to meet her, which I did with a sly grin of my own. I’d show her exactly what I planned to do about it.

I didn’t have the time nor the dexterity to undo the delicate buttons on her shirt, so ripped it open.

I’d buy her a new one.

It was the last thought that went through my mind before I yanked down the lace of her bra and my lips latched onto the hardest nipples I’d ever had the pleasure of rolling between my teeth. And it was pleasure. This hellfire wildcat who tormented my days and my nights was now putty in my hands, and as I flicked the bud with the tip of my tongue, she let out a moan so loud they’d have heard it on every floor of the building.

I never thought I’d be happy to hear a sound come out of her mouth, but those moans hit me straight in the dick, and it was time to let him out.

Slipping her panties to one side, I slicked my fingers through the trail of wetness dripping down her thighs and paused only for second to check with her. It took one long thrust for my cock to meet the softest, warmest, smoothest pussy he’d ever experienced.

OhJesus.

A cry tore from her throat. Her vice-tight walls clamped down and my jaw clenched so hard it popped in the socket just as the crunch of enamel from my back teeth echoed round my brain. My mouth found hers again, so desperate to be back together, like it hadn’t been seconds since it had, and thickly swallowed up both our moans as I stilled us, while I stretched her out until she relaxed against me, and I took one final inch from her.

Motherfucker.

I’d never felt anything like it.

Her nails were still digging into me, but it wouldn’t be enough leverage for what I needed to give her. What she needed me to give her.

“Hold on,” was all I could manage as a warning, allowing her seconds to let go of me and grip onto the shelves.

And then I let loose.

Long, measured thrusts swiftly disintegrated into savage fucking, furious and bordering on violent as I pounded her into the bookcase, until the books began falling, until every shred of hatred and loathing between us, every drop of animosity was sucked out of us in this frenzy of clashing teeth, scraping nails, and hot thrashing perfection.

The tension I’d been carrying around with me all week began swelling my balls, tightening them until the pain was indiscernible from sparks shooting down my spine, and the black dots clouding my vision.

The solid trembling of Beulah’s thighs inched me closer to the edge of my explosion; I wouldn’t be able to hold this much longer. The fluttering of her walls took me closer still, coiling my spine until I thought it might be crushed from the pressure. Only the claw-like grip of her nails in my shoulder told me she was trying to last as long as she could, longer than me.

I realized it was another competition; one I would definitely not let her win, even if my dick was throbbing in desperation.

I shifted her hips so her clit was directly in my path and bore down, my thrusts once again became measured and precise, hitting her exactly where I needed to, shredding her inside and out.

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