Page 44 of Creature's Vengeance
“That’s the plan,” I replied, nipping at his bottom lip. “I want you, Balen.”
“Goddamn. You make me hard.”
“Then don’t refuse me.”
He hooked his arm around my waist and lifted me, carrying me to one of the banquet tables set up in the room. My bottom landed on the surface as he looked into my eyes. “I need to fuck you, Blair. I don’t want to wear a condom.”
“Then don’t.”
“I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone recently.”
“Me either.”
He seemed pleased. “Good.”
His fingers reached for my jeans and unsnapped them so fast that I blinked, and he was already hooking his thumbs over the waistband, telling me to lift my bottom. He tugged them over my hips and down my legs with my underwear, leaving me bare and exposed.
His gaze raked over me.
God. That was fucking hot. His heated stare ignited the lust I didn’t want to fight. He seemed wholly focused on my pussy.
Balen lowered to his knees.
My breath hitched as he moved between my thighs, eye level with my pussy as he tugged me closer, letting my legs spread wide as I nearly teetered on the edge.
“Fuckin’ wet and ready, and I haven’t touched you yet,” he murmured. “Goddamn. I need a taste.”
“Balen.”
The corner of his mouth twitched before his gaze shot to mine, and he inched forward, spreading me open with his fingers. “Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got a beautiful pussy,baby? Because you do. It’s pink and glistening. Looks delicious, too.”
My God. The dirty words he said. I could feel the heat rise into my cheeks.
“Nobody ever talked to you like this either?” He shook his head. “Get used to it. I wanna make you blush every fucking day before I drive my cock deep into your tight cunt.”
His tongue shot out, and he licked up my center, gathering the wetness already there before he licked my clit. His rough tongue swiped through my slit like he owned it.
I jolted as my hips rocked against his face. “More,” I pleaded.
Excitement danced in his green eyes. He got off on this, groaning as he tongued my entrance, sliding a finger inside.
A needy moan left my lips.
He answered by sucking hard on my clit, and I gasped. My hand speared into his hair, lightly tugging as I willed him to keep going and never stop. He flicked at my clit and pumped his finger, withdrawing it much too soon.
Balen rose to his feet and reached to unsnap his jeans. I watched as he unzipped his fly and shoved his pants down, exposing his eager cock as it bobbed in the air between us. I couldn’t resist reaching for the rigid length and giving him one sharp tug before stroking him from root to tip.
Balen’s back arched as his hips snapped forward. “Fuck.”
My palm slid over the hard stem, and then I pressed my thumb over the crown, circling through the precum that leaked from the tip. I lifted my hand and licked the salty fluid as he growled.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Balen. Like this is the only chance we’re ever going to get.”
He frowned at my words. “I know once I’m inside you, once will never be enough.” He enclosed his shaft in his fist and pumped, once, twice, before notching at my entrance.
With a single snap of his hips, he sheathed himself inside me with a groan. His arms hooked around my thighs and pulled me off the table, angling my body so that he drove deep with every thrust as he began to move. I was so wet he slid in easily.
His face buried in my neck as he licked up the side, panting in my ear. “Fuck you feel so good.”
