Page 123 of Running from Drac
His tongue replaces his fingers, the fat appendage filling me as it fucks me fast, causing me to cry out as I fist the sheets, ripping them from the corners, back contorting to the point of cracking. He’s relentless, devouring me in ways no man ever has. His tongue curls inside me, repeatedly punishing me with maddening circles that have me teetering on the edge of extinction.
“You want to come?” he asks, his voice thick like honey.
I nod in a desperate plea for release.
The smirk speaks for itself.
He’s enjoying this... his torture becoming my internal poison.
“Not yet,” he grumbles. “Wanna feel ya come with me inside ya. Good girls only come when they beg for it.”
He’s on me in a second, the heat of his skin burning against mine, the weight of his body pinning me down in all the right ways. He drags the tip of his cock through my folds, torturing me with possibilities just out of reach.
“Beg for it.”
A fire burns hot in my chest. Call it defiance. Call it a hunger for control. But I will not beg, not for something he already wants. I can see it in those damning green eyes, the way his chest heaves, and the way the vein in his cock pulses between us.
He wants this. Just as much as I do.
“I beg for nothing.”
His smirk is cocky, but it flickers when I tilt my head and let my lips graze his without giving him the kiss he wants. He pulls back slightly, testing me.
“Beg, or ya won’t come.”
I arch a brow before wrapping my fingers around his cock, stroking him hard and slow.
His smirk fades, breath catching as his eyes heavily slit.
“Is that so?” I whisper, tugging him toward me until his nose brushes mine. Our eyes lock, and there’s a silent standoff between us, crackling with tension, and dueling for dominance.
“I’ve got you by the dick,” I murmur with a dangerous smile. “You sure you want to test me?”
His jaw flexes. He’s trying not to react, but I feel the tremor run through his body, cock twitching in my hand as I slowly pump him, forcing him to maintain eye contact.
Neither of us blinks.
Neither giving in.
“Keep talkin’ like that an’ I’ll flip ya over,” he says, voice rough, eyes darkening. “Then I’ll fuck ya so hard you’ll be sore for weeks.”
“Mmm, sounds delicious,” I reply, wetting my lips with anticipation. “But you won’t do a damn thing unless I say so, Ryder.” My thumb drags over his tip, licking away the arousal that’s slowly formed.
He groans, like it’s being dragged out of him.
His cock twitches, eyes now pinching together as he takes a deep breath. He’s close, and I haven’t even let him inside me.
“You like pretending you’re in charge,” I whisper as I slide down the bed, lips ghosting over his stomach. “But we both know who’s really running the show.”
I let my tongue drag from base to tip, slow and deliberate, the torture intentional and teasing. He groans louder this time. I pause, pull back, and look up at him with a smile that tells him I could ruin him if I wanted to.
“You want to come tonight?” I ask softly. “Then you’ll do exactly what I say.”
He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.
“Fuck, Amber.”
“Beg for it,” I whisper. “Tell me how badly you want me.”
