Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,107
gaze. I can feel it burning across me until I’m panting, and then he touches me. His fingers part me and that tongue darts out, running across me and making me cry out. It’s rough, so fucking rough, and the friction is perfect.
He laps at my clit before running it down me again and thrusting it inside with no warning. Arching into him, I roll my head back and look at the flames as he fucks me with it. It’s so wide and thick, it feels like a cock inside me, and it reaches so deep that I am seeing fucking stars. Fighting against him, I whimper, but my eyes fly open when it starts to vibrate inside of me. Looking down at him with wide eyes, I watch those white orbs of his.
“Fuck,” I cry out, gripping the rug as I push my pussy closer to his face. He keeps me trapped there, not being able to move or get away as it vibrates inside of me, filling me up and keeping me there.
I come with a scream, the orgasm taking me by surprise as it rips through my body all the way from my toes, and yet he doesn’t stop. No, he keeps that fucking vibration going even as my pussy clenches around his tongue, until I’m screaming again. A second orgasm pulls from me and my throat becomes sore from screaming until I relax into the rug, my whole body like jelly.
He pulls it out of me, my pussy still pulsing, and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling up my body. I watch the way his muscles clench and I can’t help it, I reach out and grip his shoulders before running my hands down his back to his arse, pulling him against me.
Lifting my head, I kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his mouth. His tongue has gone back to normal and I groan into the hard kiss. Tomorrow is like an impending storm or weight, sitting heavily on us until we are clinging to each other. Like if we pull away, the other will just disappear into nothing.
I wrap my thighs around him, and cry out when he lines up and enters me in one quick thrust. Pulling back from my mouth, he leans his forehead against mine as he fucks me slowly. Each thrust is unhurried and purposeful. Each time he pulls back, he twists his hips, hitting that spot inside of me. This isn’t fucking—it’s making love.
Holding onto his arse, I urge him to go faster but he growls, his eyes narrowing.
“You will be a good little monster and lay back and let me love you,” he orders. My mouth parts on a groan and my eyes are still locked with his, like I daren’t look away. “You look so fucking beautiful, laid out beneath me like this. The fire dancing across your soft skin, your pussy gripping me.”
His dirty words have me kicking my legs, needing him to speed up, but he keeps moving slowly, prolonging my torture. Each thrust is hard and deliberate, and when he leans down and nips my nipple before sucking it into his mouth again, I come with a groan. Explosions ignite behind my lids, and he groans, stilling as he erupts inside of me.
Panting, I hold him to me, and my eyes flutter open to see him leaning against my chest. “You drive me crazy, Little Monster,” he admits and I grin, before unwrapping my legs and he frowns. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet,” he growls.
He twists my nipple, shooting a spike of pain through me, before pulling out. I don’t have time to catch my breath before he flips me. My face pushes into the fur rug and my eyes are on the flames as he pushes my thighs open and enters me again, his cock already hard.
“Nos,” I moan, reaching back and gripping his hair as he starts to move. His thrusts are slow at first, but then he picks up speed, fucking me hard, each thrust bumping my cervix.
“So fucking perfect,” he groans. “So fucking wet for me, you’re so tight, like a glove wrapped around my cock.” I love his fucking dirty mouth.
He grabs my hips, and pulls them into the air as he kneels behind me, and hammers into me. His balls slap against my skin and we moan loudly.