Burn Down the Night (Everything I Left Unsaid #3)- Molly O'Keefe Page 0,96

his cock was free. I moaned against his fingers, the muscles of my pussy clenching hard at the sight.

One by one he pulled his fingers free. “Suck me good,” he said. “And I’ll let you come.”

Beyond gentle, I grasped him in my fist and pulled him down while I raised up on my knees. I licked the head with the whole of my tongue, tasting the salt of his come and sweat. I moaned low in my throat, liking everything about him. Liking how I could feel his heartbeat in the thick throb of his cock. I liked how the head filled my mouth and when I took him deeper, he stretched my lips.

“Look at me,” he groaned and I did, lifting my eyes to his as his cock slowly, so so slowly filled my mouth. He braced one hand against the wall and the other came down on the side of my head, cupping my chin and my cheek, his thumb tracing my ear.

“More,” he said and I took more. I felt him at the back of my throat. A burn and a pressure.

“More.” Breathing deeply through my nose, I did nothing. Instead, I teased him with my tongue. Squeezed him with my hand with my eyes still on his. If he wanted more, I wanted him to take it.

And as if he knew it, that gentle hand against my face speared into my hair, holding me still while he pushed deeper. And deeper.

I loosened my throat, relaxed my mouth. My eyes burned with tears and it was hard to breath but I took what he gave me.

Total surrender. Exactly what I wanted. Those rough edges sanded down by rougher edges.

“Look at you, baby,” he whispered, easing out a little so I could breathe and then pushing back in deeper and harder. Pushing the pleasure into pain and then back again. Muddying the line until it wasn’t there anymore. Everything was just feeling.

He pulled out again, all the way out this time, my spit on his dick and on my face and then he pushed in again. He controlled the tempo. He controlled everything. Short and fast or deep and slow, I didn’t have to worry or think. It was him. And the spiraling painful pleasure filling my body.

“Look at you suck my cock. So good. So fucking deep. You like this don’t you? If I put my hand between your legs, you’d come, wouldn’t you? What if it was my cock between your legs? Fucking you.”

I stretched up on my knees, aching and restless and ready to come just from his words. Just from the look on his face. His heavy, lidded eyes. His cock stretching my throat.

“Yeah,” he said with the dirtiest, sexiest smile I’d ever seen. “I want you to come all over my dick.”

He pulled out of my mouth and I fell forward, weak and gasping for breath. He lifted me with rough hands and pushed me face-first against the wall. He held me there with a hand in the middle of my back.

“Condom,” I said. “I have one—”

“I got it.” I heard the rustle of something. I saw his wallet fall to the floor out of the corner of my eye. I closed my eyes and waited, holding my breath.

“Spread your legs.”

I did. All the while my heart beating—yes, yes, please, yes.

“Your ass,” he said, shoving my thong down between my legs far enough that I could wiggle it off and drop it to the floor. “You weren’t lying. It is something special.”

I smiled even as I was dying.

He grabbed my hips, popping them out, and I shifted, bracing myself against the wall. I felt his hand between my legs, holding his cock so he could notch himself against me.

“You’re so wet,” he breathed. “You’re gonna take me so deep.”

I was. I was going to take him so deep. Deep enough to hurt. Just a little. Just enough.

“Ready?” He breathed.

I could only nod, full of anticipation.

He slammed into me all the way. His hips against my ass. I screamed past what felt like the head of his dick all the way up in my throat. I pushed myself up on my toes to change the angle. To alleviate some of the ache.

I felt his head fall down on my shoulder and I pushed back into him, not wanting to catch my breath. Not wanting to get used to the stretch. Just wanting him. All of him. And all of me. I was on fire