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Exhausted, I found myself draped over him, my chest flush against his as his chest rose and fell beneath me. The rhythm had me closing my eyes in contentment.
Chapter Nine
Amber
I woke the next morning feeling lighter, happier, safe even as I stretched and yawned, pausing when my bathroom door opened up and out walked Massacre wearing nothing but a fucking towel, dripping wet as he dried his shaggy blond hair with a towel.
“Mornin’, babe.” The fucker smiled just as my bedroom door opened and in walked my brother. I noticed how quickly Massacre flung the towel over his right shoulder, then smiled as if nothing was wrong.
“Hey, Sis, King said—” he began, then stopped, his eyes widening to an impossible circumference as he muttered the words, “OH. MY. GOD.”
“Hey, babe,” I vaguely heard Sypher say as my door opened wider. “Is she a—Jesus fucking Christ, Mass,” Sypher snapped, quickly covering my brother’s eyes.
I’d kill any motherfucker who tried to cover mine because Massacre was damn fine to look at. Not that I was staring. Okay, I was drooling, but in my defense, I was recovering from head trauma, and who knows what damage occurred? All I knew was that I was perfectly content, happy even, to sit and gawk at the six and a half foot, heavily tattooed, muscular man before me while I licked my lips, wondering just how far that happy trail trailed.
Shoving my brother out of my room, Sypher glared. “Thanks a lot, asshole.”
“No problem, kid. Always happy to help.” Massacre grinned as Sypher slammed my bedroom door shut behind him. Walking over to the door, Massacre turned the lock and sighed. “Should have done that before I jumped in the shower. I’ll remember that next time.”
Quirking an eye at him, I asked, “What makes you think there will be a next time?”
He grinned, a slow, lazy stretch that hinted he was not at all concerned. “I’m still here, aren’t I?” he replied, voice raspy, heavy with a morning edge that made me shiver. I tried not to let him see how much his nearness affected me, but judging by his smug expression, I failed miserably.
He crossed the room in three long strides, taking up all the air as he went. The sunlight caught the water droplets sliding down his chest, and I almost forgot how to breathe. “Besides,” he murmured, tossing the towel onto a chair, “I can think of a few ways to convince you.”
My cheeks burned, but I glared at him anyway, determined not to cede any ground. “Convince me, huh? You planning to parade around half naked every morning?”
His eyes glinted with mischief. “That, and maybe during breakfast. You like sausage, right?”
I snorted. “You’re trouble.”
He winked, stepping closer—close enough I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. “That’s my middle name. But you know,” he said, kneeling on the bed, causing me to fall back onto my pillows, “I forgot something last night. Would you like to know what that was?”
I gulped. “What?”
“I forgot to make you come.”
“I did come,” I replied shyly as a wicked glint flickered in his eyes.
“Not in my mouth, you didn’t.”
“Oh,” I breathed as he kissed me, muffling whatever I was about to say, and then started a slow trail down my body, licking and kissing every inch of my skin. He laved at my nipples, sucking and biting them as I bucked against him, my moans and cries music to his ears. He licked down my stomach, administering long strokes to my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to my cunt. I cried out, and my fingers clutched his hair as he teased me, sucking my pussy lips into his mouth before moving up to kiss my pelvis.
“Massacre, I don’t think...”
“That’s right, baby. Don’t. I’m hungry,” he said, settling his mouth over my clit and sucking, hard.
“OH MY GOD!” I squealed as his tongue lavishly swept through my folds. His thumbs pulled my pussy lips wide, and he licked deep, tasting my creaminess as I bucked beneath him. He mumbled as he thrust his tongue inside me, feeling my needy pussy clutch against him, and returned to sweep his tongue against my clit.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled right before he ravenously fastened his mouth to my moist slit and sucked me, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud as his fingers reached up to tweak my nipples. I cried out as he sucked harder, feeling the taut skin between his lips, as I bucked and moaned beneath him, spilling my orgasm into his mouth.
Massacre fed from me, hungry for more as he looked up at me and grinned. “That’s one.”
Huh?One what?
My question was immediately answered as he shoved two fingers deep inside my pussy, thrusting as he lapped my clit.
My God, this man was gluttonous! I pulled his hair, trying to still him but inadvertently pressing him closer. My thighs wrapped around his head as he suckled my clit. He ate me, latching on as I bucked beneath him and squealed in delight.Grabbing ahold of my ass, he easily lifted me and swept his tongue into my pussy to lap my juices into his mouth.
