Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted #2) - Shayla Black Page 0,54
fingers across her flesh. Pleasure mounted until she no longer felt self-conscious with his stare on her. Instead, she felt empowered. Free. Suddenly, she understood that her body wasn’t shameful. That nothing done in the expression of love should be a sin. She still loved God…but she loved Pierce, too. Those two things weren’t mutually exclusive, and her body wouldn’t have been made for pleasure if she wasn’t meant to give and receive it.
“I feel it coming,” she gasped out. “It’s big.”
“Yeah, it is.” His stare turned impossibly hotter as he plucked her nipple in his mouth, look a long, decadent drag, then clamped it between his thumb and fingers. “I can tell. Your fingers are moving faster. Your skin is flushing. Your pulse is pounding at your neck. You look so hot.”
“Oh.” Her heart echoed and gonged between her ears as the nub under her fingers swelled and hardened more. “Oh!”
“Just like that. Tease yourself now. Lighten your stroke. Really slow. Yeah,” he encouraged. “Wait for it…”
Brea did—and gasped as a wave of hot, greedy need scalded her a moment later. She bit her lip, but nothing stopped her little whine of need.
“I fucking smell you now. It’s taking everything inside me not to put my head between your thighs and eat your pussy mercilessly.”
“Pierce?”
“Baby?”
“You’re not helping…”
He laughed. “Sure, I am.”
With a hot stroke of his tongue, he laved her nipples again, first the one closest, before he leaned over her body to inhale the other in his mouth and drag it tormentingly deep.
Against her will, she cried out. Her back arched. Her hips bucked. Arousal licked her in an unrelenting firestorm. She was so close… “Help. Please.”
“You don’t need me, pretty girl. You got this. But I’m right here, watching every fucking second of you. Give yourself all the pleasure you can. For me.” He kissed his way up to her ear to whisper, “After you come, I’ll fuck you like a bad girl and make you feel so good.”
That shouldn’t turn her on even more. But everything about Pierce thrilled her. It was as if he could see into her psyche and soul. Somehow, he always fed them perfectly with every bit of himself so she felt whole and wonderful.
“Pierce!” Brea couldn’t stop herself from rubbing faster and harder as she imagined him pinning her with his big, hair-roughened body and filling her until she felt stretched, achy, and complete.
That was all it took.
Her need surged. She dragged in a sharp breath and blinked up at him in shock as blood rushed to fill her nipples and engorge her pussy. It lit a fire under every inch of her skin in between.
As ecstasy burst inside her, he smothered her scream with his kiss, encouraging her without a word to milk her orgasm for every last sensation. Yes, it felt amazing to know exactly where and how to touch her body in order to elicit this response, but she was also stunned by how unfettered she felt in not only giving herself pleasure but in doing it to please him.
As she shuddered and jerked all the way through her climax, Pierce made love to her mouth ruthlessly, filling his hands with her breasts as he guided her in a gentle crash back to her body.
The moment she sighed in repletion, she opened her eyes to find him unzipping and shoving his pants down. Then he plucked her hand from between her trembling thighs.
“Mine.” He sucked her wet fingers into his mouth with a groan as he made a space for himself between her legs.
Brea opened herself in invitation to him. “Yes…”
The word had barely left his lips before he plunged his thick erection into her tight, still-clenching opening. Brea arched to adjust to the burn of his tunneling girth. She was still wriggling to accommodate all of him when he clamped onto her hips, bit her shoulder to muffle his groan, and started pumping in deep, furious strokes.
Brea felt his animal need in every thrust. It lit her body up again. The orgasm she’d thought was on the soft downhill slide to repletion suddenly regathered and soared her toward stinging bliss once more.
She dug her fingers into his back, wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips, and clung as if this might be the last time she felt him.
Because it might be.
“It’s fucking cold outside, and your pussy is like July, baby. Everything about you makes me hot. Always has.”