Omens (The Dark in You #6) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,93

With my fingers? With my mouth? With my cock? Tell me what you want.”

She hissed out a breath. “I don’t care, just make me come.”

He pushed her thighs further apart, dropped to his knees, and clamped his mouth around her pussy.

Oh, God, yes. She gripped his hair for dear life as he ate her out, using that talented tongue to push her closer and closer to coming. But she didn’t come. Couldn’t. Not until he let her.

Wound so tight it was almost painful, Khloé tugged on his hair in demand, shamelessly pulling his face closer. He plunged his tongue so deep her head fell back. “Now, now, now.” And then the orgasm crashed into her like a freight train, yanking her under, making her shake and cry out.

Once she’d finally pulled herself together, she opened her eyes just in time to see him stand and whip off his T-shirt. She swallowed at the sight of all that hard, male muscle. It was criminal that he looked that good. Criminal. But as that scorching hot body now belonged only to her, she was fine with it.

He swiped his tongue over his lower lip. “Nothing tastes better than you,” he said, his voice thick and deep with a raw hunger that mirrored her own. “Turn around and bend over.”

Just the phrase she wanted to hear. Khloé did as he asked, gripping the arm of the sofa. She heard a zipper lower. Felt his cock slap her ass as it sprang out of his jeans.

Her heart pounded. Her breaths started coming faster. Her body went tight as a bow with anticipation.

Her skin felt too hot, too sensitive. He’d made her come, yes, but the orgasm hadn’t completely sated her—he hadn’t let it, wanting her to need more.

Khloé gasped as the thick tip of his cock inched into her pussy. Her inner muscles gave a little resistance, but he relentlessly pushed his way inside, mercilessly stretching her.

Keenan slowly pulled back until only the broad head was inside her. “You feel so fucking good.” He smoothly drove deep, groaning through gritted teeth at the feel of all that tight, wet heat sheathing him. It was like being squeezed by a slick, blazing hot fist. His demon loved it. Loved that she’d accepted their claim on her.

The sexual energy pouring off her filled him. Invigorated him. Rushed straight to his dick.

In the grip of a carnal desire that inflamed him both inside and out, he gave her another achingly slow thrust, wanting her to really feel every inch of him. Wanting her to feel branded to the bone.

“I’m not looking for soft and slow, Don Juan,” she snarked. “Harder.”

He raised his brow. “Now that’s not my name, is it?”

“Suits you, though.”

Feeling his mouth twitch, he gave her another lazy thrust. She hissed at him over her shoulder. “I said, harder.”

“Say my name, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Oh my God, just fuck me!”

He leaned over and licked the back of her shoulder. “You’re not going to have the control when we’re in bed, baby. It won’t happen. You already know that. Now …” He fisted her hair and yanked her head back. “Say my fucking name.”

“Keenan,” she ground out.

Releasing her hair, he splayed one hand on her back and gripped her hip with the other. “Good girl. Now you get what you want.” Keeping her pinned in place, he rode her hard, evoking every response that her body had to give.

There was nothing gentle about the way he took her. He didn’t feel gentle. He felt frantic, feverish, possessive.

“Feel me, Khloé. Feel my cock slamming into you. Owning you.” He savagely took her, relishing the feel of her tight muscles sucking at his shaft, as if to hold him inside. “Love how greedy your pussy is for me.”

Her inner muscles rippled, and hot liquid drenched him. Fuck.

A slave to the primal drive to jackhammer into her, Keenan slammed hard and deep again and again, losing himself in her. With each breath he took, he filled his lungs with the cock-hardening scent of her need; he drank in the succulent, spicy taste of the sexual energy spilling from her. It made his demon close to drunk.

“You love getting fucked by my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” rasped Khloé, holding tight to the arm of the sofa as he ruthlessly powered into her. The feel of his fat dick slicing through her super-sensitized inner muscles was sheer heaven.

She tried throwing her hips back to meet each thrust, but he