UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,24
me so that I can play with her gorgeous pink nipples.
“I’m going to… again,” she whispers.
Letting her find her own release, I play with her clit, my fingers moving faster as I rub even harder against her knowing that she needs that slight bite of pain. She cries out, her thighs shaking as she moves faster and faster until her entire body freezes.
I don’t let her move, instead I keep her where she is by continuing to draw out her orgasm with my hand against her clit and grip her throat tighter, squeezing as she climaxes. When her body finally goes limp, I loosen my grip on her neck, then wrap my other hand around her waist as I bend her slightly, pressing my chest against her back.
Only then do I fuck her. I don’t hold anything back. I take and take from her. She lets out cries and moans with each of my brutal thrusts when I’m close, I know that I want to bury myself deep inside of her and fill her with my cum, but I don’t know if she’s on birth control.
Thankfully, I don’t just go with my feelings, pulling out of her, I watch as she falls forward. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I jack myself and with a grunt, my cum shoots out in ribbons all over her beautiful ass.
She doesn’t move, her body completely relaxes as she lies face down in my childhood bed. Lifting my hand, I place my palm in the center of my cum and slowly spread it around her ass, then between her cheeks.
Slowly, I use two fingers and play with her back entrance. I don’t know what I expect her to do, but what I don’t expect is for her to lift her hips and push against my fingers with a sigh. I don’t stop, it’s too fucking beautiful, my cum coating her ass, then her tight back hole too?
Fuck.
She lifts her head, looking back at me from over her shoulder. Leighton’s face is sweaty, her hair a complete fucking wreck from my hands. Her lips slowly curve up into a grin. “Feels nice,” she says softly.
“Next time I’m going to play with this tight ass, babe,” I warn.
Her cheeks tint pink and she licks her lips. “Yeah, I think I’d like that,” she breathes.
Suddenly, I’m not sure I want the rich bitch in my bed anymore. I think I could have made a mistake. This right here, this sweetness. This is what I’ve been missing.
Chapter Seven
LEIGHTON
My eyes open and I sit up. Looking around, listening to the noises of the house, or lack thereof, I realize that I’m alone. Licking my lips, I lift my hand to my throat. It feels tender, inside and out. Deciding that I need to get up and get some water, I slide out of bed and stand.
My legs are completely wobbly. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, I look around on the floor and find Mountain’s t-shirt from yesterday. Like a weirdo, I reach for the fabric and bring it to my nose, inhaling his strong musky leathery scent.
Slipping the shirt on over my head, I slide my arms through and slowly stand on my still shaky legs. The shirt falls down, hitting me around mid-thigh. Slowly, I make my way toward the bathroom.
Taking care of business, I wash my hands, all while keeping my eyes down. I’m not sure that I want to see the bruises that he’s left on my skin. Pinching my eyes closed, I inhale a deep breath and slowly lift my gaze to the mirror.
I gasp at the sight in front of me. Lifting my hand, my fingers touch the bruising on my neck. You can definitely see the fingertip marks that have started to turn purple. Then, there’s the spot at the center of the base of my neck. It’s purple and shaped just like his mouth.
My lips twitch up into a grin at the sight of the hickey. I don’t know why the sight of his marks on me make me smile, make me feel special, but they do. I am completely aware that it’s totally fucked up to think that, but it doesn’t matter, because that’s exactly how I look at them.
Turning from my reflection, I make my way into the rest of the house, though it isn’t far, this place isn’t that big. I like that. It’s quaint, cozy, and not cold and creepy like my father’s mansion.