Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,87

you knots.” He took my mouth, slid his hands down my body. With a single, quick tug, I was up in his arms, my legs around his waist.

I moaned into his mouth when he rubbed his sweatpants-covered cock against my core. The man might get his tongue twisted with words, but he had no problems using said tongue in dangerous ways. I was one lucky woman.

He backed up until he hit the bed. Sitting down, me straddling his lap, I rubbed myself against him. Tripped both of us higher towards that pretty edge of pleasure.

With nothing but his sweatpants between us, I could feel the moisture from my cunt soaking into the fabric that separated us. The outline of his cock molded perfectly against my clit. The texture of the cotton along with the motion against that sensitive bundle of nerves had me riding his hips faster and faster.

He grabbed my hips. Pulled me down as he pushed up. “Sweet fuck, cupcake. You’re dripping.” He gritted his teeth and tossed his head back.

I attacked his neck with my lips and teeth. The long line of muscle that taunted me with his power and sheer masculine beauty. I opened my jaw, sucked in a line of his flesh, and bit down.

He bucked against me as I continued to grind our sexes together. So close. So fucking close. Loosening my hold of his shoulders, I shoved his waistband down. I whimpered as I exposed the head of his dick.

I scrambled to my knees. I needed him inside me and I wasn’t going to cross the boundaries he’d put up for tonight. That I wasn’t willing to do.

On one long inhale, I had him to the back of my throat. My tongue slipped and swirled around his length. I used my hands to caress the remaining inches and to massage his balls.

His hands threaded through my hair with harsh pulls that set my body and scalp on fire. The perfect blend of pain soaked pleasure that called to my heart. Calmed my soul.

“Fuck, Willow. Fuck.” He slammed his hips up, his cock driving farther and farther into my throat. I gagged as the head of his dick tapped my throat before sliding down the littlest degree. I set my nails into his thighs as I tried to hang on. Tried to breathe.

As soon as I flexed my fingernails into his flesh, he gave a deep shout and pumped his load straight down my throat. My eyes watered as my lungs screamed for air.

Once I felt the last pulse of him hit my throat, I pulled off and sucked in deep breaths as the fire continued to rage in my body. He flopped back on the bed for a few brief moments before he had me up in his arms and we traded positions.

“I know I said I was going to color your tattoo. And I will, but sweet fuck, I need to taste you.” He looked up at me from his position on the floor. A question in his eyes.

I nodded, smiled.

With a hand to my chest, he pushed me back on the bed. He scooted me down so my ass was in danger of falling off the foot of the mattress before he spread my legs wide and dipped his head to my pussy.

The first pass of his tongue had me gripping the sheets in my fists.

The second had me chanting his name over and over.

The third pass included at least two of fingers deep inside my achingly empty cunt. As he curled his fingers forward against that bumpy ridge, I felt the orgasm spiral through me. I clamped my legs around his ears as I curled my fingers into his hair. Pushing my hips up, I felt him growl against my flesh.

As if someone had covered me with a weighted blanket, I sank into the mattress. The culmination of hours of teasing and sexual frustration left me feeling like I was floating off into the ether.

Ryker slid his mouth up my body, small nips and bites blazed a trail from my groin to my mouth. The slightly salty taste of my own pleasure on his lips was a surprise I hadn’t really planned on.

I smiled. “I like how I taste on you.” I curled into his side.

“I love how you taste, period.” He ran his hands up and down my back in long, slow slides. “You good?”

I nodded as the fog of the long day enveloped my mind. “When I’m with