Page 156 of Burning Daylight
Instead, he stands. His hands are already at his belt, his jaw tight, and his eyes wild.
My stomach flips and tightens, and thenI’mreaching for him, my fingers fumbling with the button of his pants, and he doesn’t stop me. He just watches with that sharp, dark hunger that makes my insides feel like they’re liquefying.
His breath stutters when I get him free, wrapping my hand around his length.
His dick pulses in my palm, already leaking at the tip, and the sound he makes when I stroke him shoots straight between my legs.
I drop to my knees, and his hand flies to the back of my head, his other hand tilting my chin up so I’m looking straight into his eyes. “Goddamn. Look at you.”
My chest warms at his praise.
He releases my chin and fists the base of his shaft, dragging the tip across my lips. “Do you want my cock, baby?”
I nod, unable to actually speak the words, and then he jerks himself, tapping the head of himself against my mouth.
“Open those pretty little lips for me, Juliette.”
I do, and he slides in slow, dragging over my tongue as he groans like he’s losing his mind for me.
He’s thick, my mouth stretching around him until my jaw aches, and I can feel every single inch as he starts to move; shallow thrusts that feed me more of him until I’m full. His cock hits the back of my throat and I moan.
His eyes roll back like the sound physically pains him.
And the sight of him losing control like this? It fuels my hunger.
I move, my hands braced on his thighs as I suck him down, my tongue swiping along the vein that pulses up the underside of his shaft.
“Fuck, Juliette.” His hips roll, and when I tighten my throat, he throws his head back and moans, his fingers threading through the roots of my hair.
He jerks forward, and I take him even deeper, my mouth wet and messy, spit and pre-cum dripping down my chin, and when I swallow around him, he snaps, ripping away from me and surging up with a choked curse, grabbing me by the arms and hauling me up before spinning me around until his cock is hardand heavy between my thighs, and my hands are flat against the wall.
“I need to fuck you, baby.”
I press my ass into him, forcing his cock to slip inside me, just a little.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, jerking forward so his tip presses against my clit.
My thighs tense around him.
“Yes,” I gasp out. “Please, just do it.”
He lines himself up, the head of him nudging my entrance.
“Tell me it’s mine,” he demands.
My core clenches, that fire flaring up my spine.
“It’s yours,” I agree. “Please?—”
He thrusts into me in one devastating stroke and buries himself to the hilt.
I cry out, my head falling back against his shoulder as my pussy clamps down around him, struggling from his girth. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but it’s so good I can’t think straight.
“You’re so tight,” he groans. “Don’t fight it, baby. Let me in.”
“I can take it,” I manage, my body shuddering as I push back, trying to push him deeper.
“Of course you can take it,” he replies, pulling all the way out, until just the swollen head of him is pressing at my entrance. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place as he works back in. “You weremadefor me, Juliette. This body, this cunt, your fucking soul; every inch of you is a perfect fit.”
