Page 52 of Unhinged Cravings
“I’m about to.”
She shivered and wrapped her arms around my back.
“No fight this time?” I asked, rubbing her ass before I pulled her shirt down to cover it.
“Do you want me to fight? Do you get off on that, Emerson?”
“I get off on whatever makes you come that hard, wildcat. If fighting me does it, then fight away, as long as you’re coming on my tongue next time.”
“Shit,” she breathed, and I caught the twitch in her legs.
I strolled across the lawn, my hard-on making it an uncomfortable walk, visions of what I had in store for the vixen on my shoulder speeding my steps. I glared at my men, who stepped back as I walked through the front door.
“Make sure her window is sealed and locked,” I told Pack as the door shut behind me. He had followed me in, and I detected the understanding in his eyes.
“Punishment, boss?” he asked as I walked toward the stairs to my room.
“Depends on how well she makes up for her mistake.”
“I’m right here, assholes.”
“Keep calling me an asshole and you won’t like my punishment.”
Pack broke off and headed to her room as I continued toward mine. A nod from my man at the end of the hall reminded me he was the one who had freaked Ava out.
“Take rounds outside. Pack can handle the inside security,” I told him.
“Yes, boss.”
I continued up the stairs, slamming my door behind us. Three long strides and I tossed Ava onto the bed. Her breasts bounced seductively, her shirt pulling up to reveal her stomach and the purple rhinestone above her belly button.
“Be a good girl and take your shirt off,” I told her. “I want to see that sexy body.”
She narrowed her eyes at me before she pulled it over her head. My eyes swept over her, taking in the pert, full breasts, the hooped piercings in her dark nipples, the flower tattoo on her left breast, the tapered waist that flared out to luscious hips and thighs, the vine tattoo on her hip traveling up to her right breast, the long legs that surrounded the lace panties she wore. Ones I was about to rip from her.
“Fuck, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, crawling over her. Her cheeks flushed a darker hue. “How wet are you, sweetheart?”
“Extremely, and calling me a good girl is not helping.”
I nudged her cheek with mine before kissing my way down her neck, devouring her inch by inch and deciding I’d call her a good girl often if it kept her this soaked. I took my time, exploring every freckle and tattoo, flicking my tongue over her nipple and pulling the metal into my mouth as my other hand tugged at her other nipple. Her head fell back, and I moved my hand up her neck, spreading my fingers around it and hearing the resulting moan that had my pants tenting.
Ava may not have enjoyed being commanded, but she liked it rough just like I did, and that was enough to make me even harder. My hands slipping over her hips, I kissed my way down her stomach, swirling my tongue over her belly button piercing before tearing her underwear from her and saying, “Be a good girl and spread those legs for me. It’s time for you to come on my face, sweetheart.”
Another tremble went through her, and I smiled against her skin. Her legs spread, and I ran my tongue down her thigh, relishing the sweet taste of her skin and the pounding in her pulse points. I sat back and took her in again, every fantastic inch of her. Tracing the tattoo on her hip with my hand, I squeezed when I got to her waist, seeing the expectation as I scraped my fingers down and lowered my head, jerking her body forward and running my tongue over her center. This time she groaned, feral and loud. And when I pushed my finger back into her, the sound only deepened. I sucked on her clit, then rolled my tongue over the piercing. Two tiny balls that had her digging her fingers into my hair when I tugged one with my teeth.
“Fuck,” she muttered, fisting strands of my hair.
Smiling against her sweetness, I shoved another finger into her and continued to devour her until she was shaking, her breathing heavy. Removing my fingers, I grasped her thighs and pulled her closer, plunging my tongue into her depths.
Her entire body rose, and she pushed me further into her.
“It’s time to come for me again…like a good girl.”
Her cry snaked around my limbs, paralyzing me as she came. Her body convulsed, her hands remained buried in my hair, and she let out the most beautiful whimper.
Giving her one last lick, I kissed my way up her stomach until I was hovering over her.
“Kiss me, wildcat, and taste how fucking delicious you are.”
