Page 80 of A Shot of Pretty Poison

There are too many layers between us. Too much keeping me from burying myself inside of her. Using my hips to keep her pinned against the wall, I slide my hands up her torso, taking her shirt and bra with them. As they go up and over her head, I discard them on the floor and immediately cover her tits with my hands.

Her back arches as she presses herself into my touch, biting her lip at how good it feels. I rub both her nipples between my fingers. Gripping her ass again, I bend down to suck one into my mouth. She mewls at the sensation, spurring me on and making my cock fill at a rapid pace.

Fuck. It’s not enough. I need to taste her. I need the mouthwatering taste of her pussy to coat my tongue until it’s bound to linger there for the rest of the night.

Putting her back on her feet, she pulls my shirt over my head while I rush to get rid of her pants. I drag my hand up her thigh, letting it graze her pussy as she kicks the rest of her clothes off.

This is how I like her.

Standing in front of me, completely exposed and mine for the taking.

I grip her waist and she jumps into my arms again before I carry her over to the fireplace. One of the reasons I bought this house was because of her love for that damn mantel. Well, let’s see how much she loves it now.

She squeals as I lift her up and sit her on top of it. “Hayes, this thing is going to break.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I growl.

Before she can argue further, I go for exactly what I’ve been craving—getting my mouth on her pussy. She lets out a moan that puts porn stars to shame as I slide my tongue over her, sucking her clit into my mouth. Her legs drape over my shoulders and her thighs press against the sides of my head.

“Holy shit,” she breathes. “I’ve missed that mouth.”

It’s been too long since I’ve gotten to eat her out. If we could spend the rest of the night doing only this, I’d be completely okay with it. I don’t care how tired my tongue would get. It would be worth it just to keep tasting her and listening to the way she screams when she comes on my tongue.

I pucker my lips and suck on her clit in the way that drives her crazy, and when I moan against her, the vibration makes her whole body jolt. She grips onto my hair and pulls me against her. Her head falls back as she gives in to the pleasure, until the mantel starts to creak.

“H, it’s going to break,” she says.

But I haven’t had enough of her yet. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

I shove two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out as I bring her that much closer to the edge. She’s nothing but putty in my hands. I can feel the way she’s starting to lose control, and I’m fucking living for it.

“I want to eat nothing but you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” I tell her. “Fuck you for keeping this from me.”

“Fuck, yes!”

She starts to rock against my mouth, no longer caring about the stability of the mantel. All she can focus on is the way I move my tongue in circles around that little bundle of nerves. If I’m ever dying, please let her put me out of my misery. Let her sit on my face so I can suffocate on her pussy and die happy.

“Hayes,” she moans. “Hayes, fuck!”

Her voice goes up an octave, and all it takes is one deep thrust of my hand and a hard suck on her clit, and she’s fucking gone.

Just as the mantel gives way.

The left half of it rips straight out of the wall, swinging down as only the right side holds it up. Everything that was on top comes crashes to the floor, but I manage to keep Laiken upright, with her back pressed into the stone of the fireplace. But we’re far from done yet as she quivers against me.

I pull my fingers out of her and grip her waist to get her off the wall. She leans all of her weight forward, putting it on my shoulders, and I step back carefully before I gently set her on the floor.

“One of these days, I’m going to fuck your mouth again,” I tell her.

She smirks at me, dropping down to her knees. “Why wait? Do it now.”

Yeah, there isn’t a damn thing in the world that could make me say no to that. I drop my pants and boxers in one go, freeing my cock and taking it into my hand. She licks her lips as she watches me stroke it a couple times, and when I line up at her mouth, she opens like the good girl she is.

“I’m not in the mood to have any mercy, so if I hurt you, you’re going to need to stop me.”

But she doesn’t respond. If anything, that only excites her. She brings her hands around to my ass and pulls me into her mouth. I throw my head back as she sucks my dick better than anyone else ever has. Her tongue swirls around the head and then presses against the underside of my dick as I thrust deep into her.

With a grip on her hair, my hand shakes as I try to hold back, but when I see the way she narrows her eyes while looking up at me, I know she doesn’t want me to. She wants the pain. She wants to choke on my cock. And fuck, I want nothing more than to give that to her.

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