Destroy Me - Ella Sheridan Page 0,59
to lift her harder into his touch. She was gorgeous in her need, fighting for her pleasure. Lyse overwhelmed him, the sight of her, the scent, the taste—he realized he was pressing into the bed as well, trying to ease the ache in his cock, dragging himself against the covers in rhythm to his mouth. So close; how could he be so close when he’d just taken her, just come like he’d never even realized he was capable of?
But he was. If he kept on this way, he would beat Lyse to the finish. This wasn’t supposed to be about him, but his damn cock seemed to have other ideas.
He flattened his tongue and stroked over Lyse’s clit hard, over and over.
“Fionn!” Her hands came down, her fingers digging into his hair. “Inside me,” she begged, panting for breath. “Please.”
He shook his head. “No. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her clit swelled as his breath washed over it. Lyse shivered, goose bumps racing along her thighs. “I don’t care if it hurts. I want you inside me.” Her fingernails clenched against his scalp. “I don’t want to be alone right now. Don’t make me do this alone. I need you.”
She’d raised her head to stare down at him, and in those eyes he could see the truth. The hunger. The fear of flying without him after what they’d shared.
He couldn’t deny her.
Coming up to his knees, he scooted close until his balls met the wet warmth of Lyse’s opening. Wet—that’s what they needed. “All right, love.” He leaned down, nudged her hand away with his nose. “Give me that tit.”
She didn’t just give it to him; she presented it to him, cupped in her hand, nipple raised to the sky like it could stretch just the slightest bit more and actually reach heaven. Instead he brought heaven to it—clamped on, forced her nipple against the roof of his mouth, and sucked.
Moisture flooded his balls.
That’s it, love. He wanted her dripping, so wet she was drowning him. One hand went beneath her, arching her back to give him more access, more flesh in his greedy mouth. The lift slid her core along his cock, and his eyes literally crossed at the pleasure, a gasp choking off in his throat. So fecking close. But Lyse had asked him for something specific, and he’d keep his promise to give it to her. He hoped. He was right at the edge when her hands clawed down his back to grab his ass, forcing him closer.
“Fionn, I swear to God…please!”
Thank feck. She was ready.
Pulling back, he wrangled on a condom, positioned his cock at her entrance, and pushed inside. A spasm of pain crossed Lyse’s face, but she didn’t stop pulling him closer, didn’t stop begging. Only when he hilted, his balls drawn up tight, ready to spill, did he stop.
“Look at me, love.” He didn’t know why, but he needed to see her face, to share that moment when she went over the edge and he could see all the way down into the depths of her soul.
Her eyes met his.
“Touch yourself,” he said, hoarse and low. “Let me see those nipples go red. You’ve got the prettiest tits, have I told you that? Did I tell you how they make my mouth water? How I spend half my time staring at your body and wishing I could tear the clothes you’re wearing off so I can be seeing those fecking gorgeous tits bounce and sway for me?” He took her clit between thumb and finger just as she did her nipple. “I could spend all day playing with them, sucking them, biting them.”
Lyse’s body clenched around his.
“Tell me, love,” he whispered. “Tell me what it feels like with me this deep inside. Tell me how I’m filling you up until you can’t breathe, until you think you’ll die if I don’t feck you. Tell me.” He wanted her voice, her eyes, her body, her breath—everything. He wanted her to belong to him.
“So full, Fionn.” Her voice rasped with need, with a touch of pain and an avalanche of hunger. “I need you to move. I need you deeper.” A flush of pink rose from her chest to her cheeks, but she kept talking, trying to obey, trying to please him. “Your cock is soft. And hard. You set off every nerve ending in my body, but when you hit the end of me, when you’re so deep inside I can’t feel anything but