Page 266 of Fractured Allegiance
I snarl, fingers sinking into her hair, forcing her mouth wider as I push into her throat. She gags once, palms bracing against my thighs, but she doesn’t push me away. She swallows me down, lips stretched, eyes watering, and it’s the filthiest, most perfect sight I’ve ever seen.
“Good girl,” I rasp, pulling her hair tighter, fucking into her mouth with slow, controlled thrusts. “Take it. Take all of it.”
She moans around me, the vibrations shooting fire straight through my spine. Her tongue swirls against the underside, lips sliding slick down the shaft, saliva dripping down her chin. She pulls back enough to drag her tongue across the head, licking up every drop before swallowing me again, harder this time.
I curse, hips snapping forward, losing rhythm. She smirks around my cock, eyes gleaming like she just broke something in me. I yank her off, a string of spit connecting her mouth to the tip.
“You’re playing with fire,” I growl.
She wipes her chin with the back of her hand, still on her knees, eyes blazing. “Then burn me.”
I haul her up, slam her back onto the mattress. She sprawls, I yank off her jeans, exposing her soaked panties. I tear them down in one savage motion, toss them aside. Her thighs spread, glistening, waiting.
“Look at you,” I mutter, sliding two fingers through her folds, teasing her clit until she whimpers. “Already ruined, and I haven’t even given you what you begged for.”
Her hips buck against my hand. “Stop teasing. Fuck me.”
I bend down, mouth closing around her nipple again, sucking hard until she gasps. My other hand works between her thighs, fingers pumping inside her, thumb circling, driving her higher. She writhes beneath me, moaning, biting her lip raw as she chases the edge.
When she’s trembling, on the verge, I pull my hand away. She growls, furious, trying to grab me. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, my cock pressing against her entrance, slick and ready.
“You ride me,” I tell her, voice rough. “You want control so badly—take it.”
Her eyes blaze, lips curling. “Gladly.”
I flip us, lying back against the mattress, dragging her onto my lap. She straddles me, hair wild, eyes burning with challenge. She lowers herself slowly, inch by inch, until I’m buried inside her, stretching her open, filling her so deep she cries out.
“Fuck,” she gasps, hands gripping my chest.
I clutch her hips, holding her down as she adjusts, my cock throbbing inside her. The heat of her, the way she clenches around me, makes my vision blur.
She grinds once, slow, teasing, then starts to ride me hard, reckless, every thrust a defiance, every moan a challenge. Her nails dig into my chest, her body arching as she slams down again and again.
I groan, thrusting up into her, meeting her rhythm, making her cry out louder. Her breasts bounce with every movement, nipples peaked, begging for my mouth. I grab one, sucking hard, flicking my tongue across the tip until she screams my name.
She rides me faster, harder, lost to the rhythm, her hair sticking to her damp skin. “You’re going to unmake me,” she gasps, voice breaking.
I grip her ass, thrusting up so hard she nearly falls forward. My teeth find her throat, biting down just shy of breaking skin. “Then I’ll build you back the way I want you.”
Her climax rips through her, body convulsing, cunt squeezing me so tight I almost lose it. She screams, nails tearing bloody trails across my chest, hips jerking as wave after wave crashes through her.
I don’t let her stop. I thrust harder, faster, slamming into her until she’s sobbing, clinging to me, begging for more even as her body shakes.
I explode inside her with a roar, pulling her down hard against me, burying myself to the hilt. Heat floods her, my release spilling deep as I hold her against me, panting against her throat.
She collapses onto my chest, trembling, still twitching around me.
I stroke her hair back, voice rough against her ear. “You’re mine now. Every fucking piece of you.”
Her lips curl against my skin, a whisper more dangerous than any knife. “For now.”
Her body is still trembling, chest pressed to mine, hair damp and wild across my throat. The room stinks of sex, sweat, blood, and the faint rot of dust from the cracked doorframe we forced our way through. My cock is still inside her, pulsing as aftershocks roll through her, her cunt clenching sporadically like she hasn’t decided whether she’s finished with me or not.
She doesn’t move.
That’s what catches me. She’s on my chest, breath ragged, nails still dug into my skin like she’s afraid I’ll vanish if she loosens her grip.
Her head tilts, lips brushing the edge of my jaw. “That was reckless.”
