Page 45 of Sinful Skulls
“You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes. Yes.”
I press the tip of my cock to her entrance. As I slowly slide in, I add a second finger to her asshole.
“Oh. Oh god.” She lifts her head and grips the blankets tightly in her fists.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So good.”
Her hips instantly try to escape me, but I dig my fingers into her flesh, dimpling her skin. “Do you need to use your safe word?” I ask, holding us both still.
“No,” she moans. “It hurts so good.”
A shiver runs up my spine, tightening my balls. “You’re such a good girl,” I say, shoving my cock as far as it will go.
I rub my fingers inside of her, pressing them downward against my dick. My head falls back on my shoulders. It feels so fucking good. “How does it feel with my cock in your pussy, andmy fingers in your ass?” I ask, staring at the ceiling. It’s not going to take much, and I’m going to explode in her warm cunt.
“So full,” she pants into the mattress.
“Put your hand between your legs,” I order.
She obeys beautifully. Her fingers tease at the base of my cock as she rubs herself.
“You’re playing with fire, darlin.”
A little giggle leaves her lips, and fuck is she going to pay for that later.
“Make yourself come,” I grit out, holding still.
Her hand picks up speed, and as soon as I feel her cunt tighten around me, I begin to slam into her. She screams as I fuck her through her orgasm. I pull my fingers out of her ass as she works herself to a second release.
I spank her a few times, and she explodes.
My hips buck into her, shoving her across the bed. Right before I come, I reach out and grab her hair, wrenching her head backward. I plunge my tongue down her throat until she’s gasping for air, knowing that I’ll never let this woman go.
She’s mine.
Mine.
I’ll fucking kill anyone who fucks with her.
Chapter Seventeen
Daisy
Brody made me drink a bottle of water as he cleaned me up. I was pretty much comatose; my entire body was so relaxed I could hardly move. When he finished, he crawled back into bed with me.
He pushes the hair out of my eyes as we lie facing each other. “Go back to sleep,” he whispers.
“Yes, sir.” I give him a dopy grin as my eyes fall closed. I feel his fingertips lightly brush over my eyelids.
“Sweet dreams, my little flower.”
The next time they open, he’s gone. I make my way through the cabin to find him in the kitchen. “Something smells good,” I say shyly, sitting down across the counter from him.
Brody looks up from his task and smiles. “Don’t move,” he orders, and my stomach flips clean upside down. Lord, what is wrong with me?
He digs through the fridge before pulling out a plate of fruit and setting it in front of me. “Eat.”
