Page 107 of Never Die for a Sinner
He knocks my legs apart, widening my stance and moving between them. It’s almost too far, but one look back at him over my shoulder makes me completely forget how uncomfortable it is. He looks like a madman. One as desperate to touch me as I am for him.
He aligns himself at my entrance, pushing inside, and both of us moan, the sounds of heavy breathing filling the room.
He presses his hand to the center of my back, forcing me to arch for him and let him slide inside. I grip the bed underneath me, my eyes fluttering closed at how freaking good it feels to finally get him inside me after thinking about it all night.
When he finally reaches the hilt, I’m gasping for breath and so hot, I’d have melted to a puddle on the floor already if it weren’t for him holding me up underneath him.
“That’s it, let me have it, Ava,” he croons, and I whimper as his cock stretches me wide. “There’s my girl. You take it so fucking good for me.”
“Jesus, Levi . . .”
“Whose girl are you, Ava?”
“Yours,” I answer without missing a beat. “Yours.”
“Damn straight.Mine. Now, arch your back for me.”
I press myself further into the bed, allowing him to slip deeper, to hit that spot inside me that only he’s ever been able to find. My pussy clamps down on his cock with each stroke of him inside me, and he fucks me deep, picking up his pace until his balls slap against my clit.
It’s rough, impatient, and dirty, but it also feels so fucking good, I wouldn’t ask him to stop if God himself walked through the door.
His hand slips around the front of my body, toying with my clit, and I swear to God, I see stars.
“Levi, please . . .” I moan, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes from how good it feels to be his. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” he grits, pulling out of me completely. I whimper at the loss of him when he tosses me onto my back and stands back to look down at me. He slips his hoodie over his head, and my eyes catch on the sight of his cock, still wet with my arousal, shining in the moonlight. He removes his T-shirt next, and I admire the view of him, completely naked, when he drops his jeans and kicks off his shoes.
Levi Cross may as well be cut from marble. The man is complete perfection.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” He climbs back onto the bed, looming over me. His hands slide up my thighs to my panties, and with a snap, he rips them off. I jerk at the sting, but his fingers caressing my skin numb the pain, replacing it with pleasure. “So fucking beautiful . . .”
He rips the buttons holding my dress, sending a few scattering across the room. He pulls it off and tosses it behind him, leaning back to admire his work. Reaching down, he grips his cock in his hand, and the few strokes he gives it are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Notching it at my entrance, he pushes back inside me, moving painfully slow while he fucks me in long, deep strokes.
“You look so fucking sexy like this, Ava,” he rasps. “Waiting for me to fuck you. Begging to come.”
He slips his hands around my back, unsnapping my bra and tossing it behind him. I bite back a moan when his fingers toy with my nipples, pinching and teasing until I’m arching underneath him.
He grins deviously in the moonlight, looking every bit like the devil come to steal my soul when the shadows catch his handsome features.
“You like that?” he hums, and I nod feverishly. “Yeah? You like me playing with your nipples while my cock’s buried inside this sweet little cunt?”
God, if it were possible to get off on dirty talk alone, I would have by now. My pussy is so wet, I feel it dripping down the curves of my ass. He’s doing this on purpose, staving off my orgasm. Driving me crazy with it. It’s a form of torture, but even as the desperation takes hold, I find I want it.
I want my pleasure in the palm of his hand. I want him to make me his good girl and let me come on his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you, Ava. You’re not going to come until I say so. Understood?”
“I understand,” I breathe, fisting the comforter on either side of me.
He takes my hips, angling me so he can fill me completely. He presses my legs further apart, almost painfully, as I stretch to take him.
Then he fucks me.
He ruts inside me, fucking me so hard and fast, I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’tfeelanything but him. My mind goes hazy, the need to come so overpowering I’m sure I’m going to break my promise and come before he lets me, but I force myself to hold off, even as he’s hitting the perfect spot.
“Please, Levi,” I whine, my nails digging into his hands on my hips. He doesn’t stop. His head kicks back as he fucks me deep, hard, and fast. A groan tears from his lips, and he powers into me even harder. The sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room, and I’m sure I’ll have bruises on my hips from his touch.
“God fucking damn, Ava. You feel so fucking good on my cock. This tight little pussy was made for me to fuck it.”
