Bad Boy Ink (Get Ink'd #5) - Ali Lyda Page 0,77

melt into it. His tongue probed my mouth, tasting at first, and then penetrating me in measured thrusts—he kissed like a promise.

Fingertips dragged up my hem, scratching at my ribs, sending pleasure spiking through my abs and cock. The leather of his armor was real, but Bryce was hard enough that I felt the impression of his desire through it.

He broke the kiss, teeth nipping at my jaw as he pulled the shirt up further. Bryce pulled away long enough to lift the cotton up and over, tossing it on the floor behind him. The bulk of him kept me from moving much.

Being trapped against the door was ramping me up. There was something primal about the way Bryce possessed the very space I was in that made my heart race and my breaths hitch. When I met his stare, I could tell he was feeling it, too. His nostrils flared and the corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk so sensual I moaned.

“You’re so sexy when you’re like this,” he growled, pitched low enough my nipples tightened.

“Like what?” I aimed for cocky and missed.

“Eager for me.” His nose ghosted along my temple until he tugged the lobe of my ear between his teeth, biting just hard enough to hurt. Stars burst in my vision and I ground against him harder.

Reaching between us, I tried to cup his cock, but the leather made it difficult. “Bryce,” I said, and it came out as a plea, needy. I was too far gone to be embarrassed. “Let me suck you,” I begged. “I need to taste you.”

He rumbled his appreciation and took my hands, guiding them to the zipper at the side of his costume.

“I can keep the top and cape on, you know,” he whispered in the shell of my ear. “Since that’s a fantasy of yours.”

“Fuck, yes,” I hissed, dropping to my knees and unzipping the pants of his costume. The armor skirt of the tip split and I was able to free his cock. It sprang out, precum dripping. My tongue darted out to catch it.

Bryce’s hands knotted in my hair. “Christ, that’s hot,” he said. “Lick me slow, baby.”

“You know,” I said before dragging my tongue achingly slow up the underside of his cock before swirling around his swollen glans. “You’re the only man I ever fantasized about swallowing for.”

His pupils blew, eyes dark enough for me to measure the lust from on my knees. “You want my cock? My cum?”

I popped the top in my mouth and did my best to Hoover-level suck, my cheeks hollowing as I nodded. Yes, I wanted that. I wanted to have him fuck my face. I wanted to swallow all his cum and lick him clean after. I wanted to taste Bryce, to breathe him in.

“What about that sweet, tight ass of yours?” Bryce continued. “Don’t you want me inside you? Fucking you so hard your knees give out? Fucking you so hard you scream my name?”

God, I wanted that, too. Hearing him talk so filthy to me… I nodded again, slurping more of his cock into my mouth. I grabbed the base of him and worked my fist in time with my mouth, smoothing the saliva down until he was slick.

Pinpricks of pain fired along my scalp as he tightened his grip on my locks. Bryce’s hips moved and I immediately relaxed my jaw. His cock was so thick, so long, there was nothing I could do but inhale when he withdrew and breathe fast and hard through my nose when he pistoned into my mouth. Tears gathered in my eyes from the repeated abuse of my gag reflex.

I loved it. I wanted more.

Grabbing at the front of my pants, I kneaded my hard-on, squeezing to try and keep from blowing my load. Bryce using my mouth was so hot. My knees hurt from where they rested on the thinly carpeted floor. I was cramped against the door. My entire world narrowed to the heat, the musk, the feel of his velvet cock pumping in my willing mouth.

Bryce’s cock twitched and he pulled back, holding me from taking him in my mouth again. I mewled, a small, hungry sound, my gaze locked on his saliva-coated cock. “Please, let me,” I begged through fuck-plumped lips.

“All in good time, baby. Now, stand up. Drop your pants. I want to look at you.”

The play acting was sending pulses of desire through my groin, and I hurried to comply, stripping down. Pants, socks,