A Crown Of Smoke And Ash - Sloane Murphy Page 0,24
firmly on my ass, he turns us around and smashes my back against the nearest wall, his tongue seeking entrance, his cock rubbing furiously against my aching pussy. We are all moans and pants, hands seeking and frantic as we undress one annoying piece of clothing at a time.
“Naked,” he commands, and I comply, clothes are overrated.
The kiss ends, my little growls at the absence of his mouth the only hint he needs to know exactly how I feel about that. But then, as though I weigh nothing, he pushes me up the wall with his hands on my ass and brings me to his mouth, my thighs nestling his head right where I need him. Then he resumes his lingering kisses and I’m afraid I might be going to heaven.
With one long stroke of his tongue, he tastes my pussy and moans his approval.
“Delicious,” he says, “Just like I knew you would be.”
My hands are planted firmly on his head, doing my best not to fall forward, causing us to tumble to the floor. “More,” I tell him, digging my fingers deeper, demandingly.
He doesn’t say anything, just shoots me a look that tells me to be patient. I answer him with a squeeze of my thighs, pulling his face closer so I can increase the friction.
I’m a moaning mess as his tongue laps up every drop of my juices, his teeth lightly scraping my clit, and his fingers parting my ass cheeks so he can circle my sweet spot.
The orgasm hits with the force of a hurricane, the pleasure gale force winds, the intensity swirling inside my entire body. It’s quick and it’s powerful, just like the man before me.
“Oh god, Levi, oh my god, yes!” I cry out. It’s too much, but I want more. My thighs try to push him away as he continues to milk my climax with every stroke of his tongue, but my fingers pull him closer because it feels so goddamn good.
When my body melts into post-orgasmic nothingness, he brings me back down and carries me to his bedroom, the haze in my mind making speaking or thinking impossible.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Angel” I hear him say. Without opening my eyes, I feel that I’m on top of his comforter with the heat of his body just above me, and the scent of his lust like a blanket around us.
“I can’t wait to fuck the sass right out of you,” he tells me, straddling me, imprisoning my wrists in one of his hands and pulling them above my head before he thrusts inside me without preamble.
My body is suddenly alive again, my nerve endings ringing with excitement, with want and need. He doesn’t kiss me, doesn’t touch me, just watches me. The intensity of the dark pools of his blue eyes is overwhelming. We are connected in three ways, his cock, his hand and his powerful stare.
“I want you to fuck the sass out of me. I like it when you take away my control,” I confess, the words a mere whisper from my lips. “Harder, Levi. Take what’s yours, please,” I beg, my hips meeting him thrust for thrust.
Bringing his free hand to my mouth, he runs his thumb over my bottom lip and then pushes it inside my mouth, “Suck” he orders. And I do. Our eyes never wavering, our rhythm in sync, I begin to suck his thumb inside my mouth, twirling my tongue around the digit and using my teeth to amp up the sensation.
“Fuck,” he groans, losing a beat off his fucking me. It’s infinitive but I feel it. I’m topping him from the bottom and he’s not going to like that.
In a move so sudden I barely have time to register, he’s got me lying on my stomach, my arms twisting in his grip, my ass angled just right so he can push inside my pussy without faltering for one second. The feeling of the soft comforter rubbing against my hard nipples, the smacking of skin on skin, the sweat and the scent of our fucking like a heady perfume enveloping us. I’m close again, and I know he is too by the grunts he emits behind me.
“Please, Levi, please,” I’m not sure what I’m begging him for. To stop? To continue? To go harder?
Just when I think he is going to explode inside me, he turns me back around, slams inside me one more time and crushes his lips against mine for a kiss that rivals