Page 117 of Red Flag
But my hand slipped from my mouth.
There were no words to argue with as he went back to lapping me up. My hips were grinding against his face, a mixture of trying to get away because I was so sensitive and trying to get closer.
He shattered me, wave after wave unrelenting and I was crying out his name and pleading for him to fuck me.
And it would be a miracle if my brother didn’t hear.
“God, your sweet little cries nearly have me come in you.”
“Please,” I begged, voice raw, clawing at his arms. “Please, please,please.”
“I’ve never fucked a girl in her childhood bedroom,” he said. “I’ve never been with someone when their family might hear.”
“I don’t care who hears,” I said, reaching for him and wrapping my legs around him, pulling my hips up to feel the silkiness of his cock. “God.”
“Mmm, Livid,” he said into my mouth but there was that distraction again as he reached away from me. “J’aibesoindetoi.”I need you.
I let go to fall on the bed, relieved when what he had gone to grab was his belt. He wrapped it around my wrists before attaching me to the headboard.
There he was. Mine again.
The low buzz filled the room as he pulled out the vibrator he had secretly packed from my bedside drawer. “This will be hard and fast,ok? If you don’t want your mum to walk in.”
I nodded eagerly and, over my panting chest, watched him push his cock into me. He filled me so completely, forcing my eyes to roll once he was fully seated in my walls.
“Putain,putain,” he groaned. “You like watching me fuck you, don’t you?”
I nodded again as he gently slid in and out of me.
“S’il te plaît, s’il te plaît, baise-moi comme une salope. Ta salope,” I begged.Please, please, fuck me like a slut. Your slut.
Talking in his native language did something to him. It added a wildness. He flipped me over, the restraint of his belt tightening, and he entered me again with a strong thrust that jolted me forward with a yelp.
His hips snapped forward, loudly slamming into my ass, his balls slapping up to me.
And then he pressed the vibrator to my clit, his other hand on my hip, helping his thrusts remain hard and fast.
The vibrator, his deep thrusts, all of it had me coming again.
We’d become fan favourites of vibrators. Nix wasn’t one to shy away from them, knowing they were asurefireway of making me come.
“Damn,” he purred. “Je veux te briser.”I want to break you.
“Brise-moi,” I chanted. “Brise-moi.”Break me.
Rising to the challenge, he pressed the vibrator further into my clit, the pulsing making me contract around his cock. I cried out as I came and the next thing I knew, Nix was shoving my panties in my mouth.
He grunted as I continued to come around him, breaking just as I’d asked him.
He leaned over, dismissing the vibrator, his hand around my throat and groaned in my ear, “Tuesuneputainedementeuse.”You’re a fucking liar.
With his other hand on my hip, he pulled me into his thrusts, and I cried against my gag, completely helpless to how he fucked me.
He came with a growl, gripping my ass. “Fucking hell, Livid.”
My breathing was out of control, trying to spit out my knickers. He reached over to pull them out.
“I am furious with you,” he said, voice low. “Furious.”
