Page 46 of Crazy In Love
“So perfect.” I bite her bottom lip and inhale her cry of pain. “Now you’re mine. I’m never gonna stop, and you’ll always know who you belong to.”
She chokes on her hitching breath, squeezing the railing until her knuckles turn white and her biceps bulge. Then she frees herself and turns to the wall, bending at the hips and presenting herself for more. “Please.”
“Hungry, hungry little cunt.” I grab her hips and drag her back to sit on my cock, then I push her forward and follow until her cry echoes from wall to wall. “I wish there was more of me. Fuck, I wish I could fill all of you, all at the same time.”
“Chris—”
“Say my name, over and over and over again. Tell me how good I am.”
“So good.” She drops her head and whines. “So thick.”
“I want to brand you all over.” I don’t bother with careful anymore—did I ever? Instead, I ride her like a stallion rides a broodmare. I grip her hips, bruising her flesh, and when the pressure builds between us, I pop the plug free of her pussy and thrill in the way she squirts all over my feet.
Then I put it back in place and keep going.
“You’re so perfect.” I fold over her back and bite her shoulder blades. Her spine. I mark her skin and know, if she swims in a bikini in the next six weeks, anyone within a hundred yards of her will see my claim. And I won’t even be sorry for it. “I want you to beg me to fuck you until you’ve got nothing left.” I still my hips and grin when her fiery eyes come around to burn me. Then I slam forward again and take more. “I want you to beg meto stop. I want you to think of me while you sleep, and then I want you to touch yourself until the ache goes away.”
“Oh God,” she groans. “Chris?—”
“Better yet, I want you to climb out of your bed and get into mine. In the middle of the night, I want you to sit on my cock and wake me up that way.
She moans, animalistic and desperate.
“I can’t get enough of you.” It feels like I have lava for blood. Poison for cum, just begging to fill her. “You’re a wonderland, and I’m overwhelmed by all I can explore. I’m tempted to rush from this to the next.” But I pace myself, gliding out of her hungry asshole and back in again until there’s nowhere left to go. “But I won’t rush. I’m gonna make this last and prove you won’t grow bored with me.”
She reaches between her legs and twists the plug, the solid rubber turning against the side of my cock.
“Then I’ll fuck your sweet cunt, too. I’m gonna brand every hole, so next time you lay with a man, he’ll know I was here and that he’ll never measure up.” I bring my arm back and slap her ass. Then, reaching around, I smack her pussy, too.
She creams all over the plug, her delicious juices escaping around the intrusion and down to soak her thighs.
“Dammit, Fox. You’re perfect.” I twist the plug and push it as deep as she can take it, and rocking my hips back, I charge forward and fill her again. “Does it hurt?”
She heaves for air. “Yes.”
“Good.” I smack her again and hold my breath, so I don’t come too soon. She’s a siren luring me out to sea. A seductress intent on destroying me. But I can’t think of a better way to die. “I’m so fucking hungry for you.”
She throws her head backward, arching her spine and crying toward the ceiling. And because I want her so fucking much, I grab her throat and fold her back, until her ass crushes my cock and her air garbles to a stop.
I hold her captive, crushing her larynx and dragging my tongue along the side of her neck.
“You won’t ever think down on me again, Fox Tatum. Your knees will forever tremble, begging you to get on them, which is where you need to be to please me.” I swap her throat for her hair, fisting it and tilting her head around, and taking her tongue with mine, I walk my free hand down and torment her clit.
“Argh!” She explodes, crying out and popping her plug free, drenchingour feet with her release. I swallow her cries and her tongue, and when her legs give out, I hold her up and contort her succulent body to my whims.
I flip the shower back on—freezing cold at first, then stifling hot—and finding the exact right temperature, I let her breathe again while I pull out of her ass and peel my condom off.
I toss it to the tile floor and grab another from the box.
“Jesus.” She clings to the handrails. “Chris…”
“I’m absolutely not done with you.” I set the condom between my teeth and bend to grab the plug, and giving it a quick clean under the shower, I jerk her around again with my hand in her hair, nibbling on her bottom lip and tasting the salt of her tears on her tongue. “Bend over for me.”
“What?”
“I know you fucking heard me.” I smack her ass and squeeze the column of her neck with my fingers. I take a step back to make room, then I shove her head forward until she’s bent at the hips. “Gonna put this back where I found it.” I lower to my knees, the shower water sluicing over her back, but before I slam the plug home, I surge forward and eat her asshole.
She screams out in pleasure, squeezing the rails between her fingers and bucking under my touch.
