Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,66
exists is the one between her legs.
The wide tip of me lodges into her right before the flared crown slips free. She screams when I fill her up again with a sharp thrust, then slip out again.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Mark me.” She ruts her ass against me, and I groan, letting my head roll over my shoulders as she uses me, trying to fit every inch inside her, but she can’t.
I’m too fucking big for her small tight cunt.
Flipping her around, I hook her legs over my waist, my fingers brushing the soft skin of her thighs as I grab hold.
“Yes, Wayne. Yes, harder. More. I want more.”
I slam her against the mirror, and she cries out, digging her nails into the muscles of my shoulders until the skin breaks. Glass falls onto the floor behind her and a few diamond-shaped pieces fall from above, landing on her tits.
Picking her up, I slam her against it again and blood smears across the mirror just as her pussy tightens around me, clenching as she comes from the pain. “Wayne! Oh, god. Yes.”
My head falls to her left breast, and I suck the beaded candy between my lips, then bite down causing her to cry out again. Something demented comes to mind as I’m sucking on her tits. What if I can get her pregnant? What if I can bind her to me in every way? I can be a good father. I’ll never do what my uncle did to me. I’ll protect what is mine and I’ll love them in the only way I know how.
Intensely.
She smells like sweat, sex, and sin. Speeding up my thrusts, I power drill her with every ounce of strength I possess. My orgasm hits me, squirting out of my cock in thick jets, painting her womb with my seed. I hold her close to me, thrusting with every rope of come leaving my body and pushing it further inside her.
“Mine,” I gravel, raking my teeth across her chest.
“Yours.” She claws her nails down my back and comes again. I imagine her spasms forcing my cum deeper into her body, so her womb drinks me up until the thirst for my children is satisfied.
I sag against her, my body shaking from the intensity of our union. Her legs are trembling too, and I ease her off the mirror and the release of pressure has more glass cascading to the floor. I set her on the counter, cock still plunged deep, and go to a mirror that isn’t broken.
Three pieces of glass are embedded along her back. Two near her right shoulder and one on her lower back. I pluck one out and toss it on the ground and she moans. “You like that?” I ask her, wanting to file the information away for later.
“Love it,” she slurs, drunkenly from the post-orgasmic high.
I yank the second one out and she falls against my chest, gasping for air. “Wayne, oh god, I’m going to come again.” Her pussy flexes around me, plumping the semi-hard shaft to full mast in a second.
There’s only one piece of glass left and it’s the biggest one. I pinch my fingers around it and a grotesque squishing noise of her flesh trying to hug onto the shard has my cock flexing, pouring another around of come into her needy body.
“Wayne,” she gasps, scratching a row of love marks down my arms, ruining the expensive tattoos as she orgasms.
If I had known I would have met her, I wouldn’t have gotten any tattoos. I would have let Daphne scar me in any way she liked.
I smash my lips on her again, sucking in the air from her lungs to fill mine. Her glasses are crooked, and there’s a cut on her lip, probably from a piece of glass, and I suck the plump flesh into my mouth to swallow the blood.
Delicious.
“Wow. I can’t feel my legs,” she giggles.
I lock my eyes on her pussy, combing my fingers through the brown tuft of hair and watch as I pull out of her. A white gush of cream leaves her tight, swollen hole and drips down to her asshole. I don’t like that I’m spilling out of her, so I thrust inside again, and she moans. My fingers brush against her puckered star, and she inhales a sharp breath. Would I be interested in owning her there? Yes. I want my come in every hole, so she is ruined and too fucked up for anyone else.