Page 60 of Careless

His hips buck against mine as his cock tries to bust through his jeans to reach me. So close, but not quite there yet.

“Ri, I want you,” I admit as he groans against my neck.

“What part of me do you want? My tongue or my fingers?” He reaches beneath my dress and grabs the lining, pressing his thumb against my clit. Instantly, I yelp with pleasure, and his ministrations speed up, ramping up the ecstasy.

“Oh god. Everything, but right now, I want your cock. I want it so bad. Please, Rian.”

His teeth bite into my throat, and I moan from the lick of pain branding my flesh like a tattoo of pleasure. We’ve only just begun and I’m completely soaked.

I’m beyond ready to take him. Luckily, I’m intoxicated enough not to give a damn if it hurts, because his cock is uncomfortably large, but I don’t care. I just want him.

He doesn’t say a word, just molds his lips to mine in an intoxicatingly sultry choreograph. He stands with my legs wrapped around his hips and guides us through the house, bumping into walls and furniture on the way until we hit my threshold.

My heels fall to the floor as he slams me against the door. Suddenly, my arms are pinned above my head, and Rian is grinding his hips into mine, building the ecstasy higher and higher until I’m ripping my mouth away from his, crying from the intensity of it all.

“Stop teasing me,” I pant, as he glares at me. I can’t tell if I’ve pissed him off or if I just make him this horny.

He drops my wrists and wads the skirt of my dress in his hands, pulling until the fabric rips. The cloth unravels at the seams until I’m left in my tank top and my panties.

I should be mad that he destroyed my dress, but I’m more in awe of the strength it must’ve taken to accomplish such a feat.

He fumbles for the door knob and it slams open. Lips connected, we stagger into my room. I’m not so engrossed in this moment that I don’t notice him kicking the door shut and locking it. His lips latch onto the swell of my breasts as his legs eat up the distance to my bed.

Rian drops me on the mattress and I watch as he nearly tears off his clothes. I’ve never seen him in a bigger rush.

He nods at my remaining garments. “Get those off before I rip them off as well.”

His gaze matches his heated words. He makes quick work of his suit jacket and tie as I pull off my tank top.

His eyes don’t leave my body as I sit forward on my knees and pull his belt through the loops as he pushes the dress shirt over his shoulder. He barely has the shirt past his elbows when I take out his massive dick and run my tongue up the length.

“Sorcha,” he warns as I suck on the head, feeling it pulse and swell against my tongue.

“Yes?” I’m able to whimper around his shaft, looking up at him through my lashes. I stroke his cock, tugging and jerking him with each move of my wrist.

“Do you want me in your cunt or your throat? In less than a minute, one of them is going to take me. Choose now.” How is it that a threat can be so sexy?

I made my choice before we even got to my house. Without any more convincing, I release him and scoot back on the bed, my legs spread wide for him. He gets rid of his pants, boxers, and shoes before kneeling on the bed.

Even now, his wide, long erection is nerve-inducing, but I’m not backing down. I want it deep inside me. I don’t think I could be any wetter than I am at this very moment.

“Wait. Condom,” I breathe the words, unable to speak above a whisper as he kisses across my shoulder. He grabs my legs and pulls me down until the apex of my thighs is inches from the crown of his dick, a glimmer of cum drips from the ruddy head. He lines us up, but not before snaring me in the dark web of his soul that flickers undeniably in his eyes.

“No condom.”

And he slams his dick inside me.

Pain slices through my core as I throw my head back, a scream ripping through me like his length does.

Damn, why does this hurt so much?

I’m wet. It shouldn’t be this bad, but he is really big.

“Fuck.” He drags out the word and tears spring to my eyes, my legs tremble. He slowly pulls back and I can feel each inch leave my body. Then, he slams back in. The same pain radiates through me, but on a muted level. My body is adjusting, but god, it still hurts.

It didn’t hurt like this when Jason took my virginity.

“Take me, baby. Take my cock,” he growls and noticing the tears streak down my face, he leans down and licks the proof of my pain.

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