Devoured - Cathryn Fox Page 0,32
voice as I lift, bucking against his face as his tongue swirls through my slick heat doing delicious things to me.
He growls and holds my hips, better positioning me as he feasts, his mouth ravishing my pussy, hungry little laps that drive me insane. His fingers tease, delve deep, slick in and out of my channel, but then he changes tactics and scrapes his teeth over my engorged cleft. Small tremors grip me as he spears deeper inside me, pounds into my flesh, hot, dirty plunges that possess my body, and tease the building pressure.
I sit up and grip his hair to hold on. My senses explode, my body jerking in reaction to the intense pleasure. The man is wrecking me, and my struggle to hang on splinters, breaking me in two. Air leaves my lungs, and my words are nothing but a pleading whimper when I say, “I’m going to come.” Oh God, am I ever going to come. So hard, I’m going to shatter in the most profound ways, ways there are no coming back from.
I throw my head back and my muscles convulse around him, shock waves rocketing through me as he nudges me over the edge until I’m flying. Flying and falling, living and dying all wrapped into one as the man frees my body in a way no one ever has before, in a way I’ve never been able to achieve solo.
I’m panting by the time he stops, but dark eyes meet mine, and giving me no reprieve, he tears my panties from my hips and pulls me back into the water. With my legs around him he backs up until he’s sitting on the steps, water lapping at his ankles.
He tugs his pants down, just enough to free his cock, and pulls me toward him. “Ride my cock, Peyton,” he demands. I widen my legs to straddle him and he growls as I reposition.
His crown presses against my opening, and delirious with need, he grips me and tugs me firmly down. I gasp as he fills me, and lean forward and lay my forehead on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath.
“I want you to ride me,” he growls into my ear. “I want to watch myself slide in and out of you.”
I savor the dirty, delicious way he wants me, the way he couldn’t even get his pants off before he had me on top of him.
“Look at what you’re doing to me,” he demands, his eyes dark and feral as I tear my gaze away and look between our bodies. I lift, and his erection is wet and slick as he slides out of me.
“So hot,” I say, my muscles rippling.
“Jesus, I feel you.” His body tenses as my thigh muscles burn. He grips my hips and manipulates my body to take the strain from my legs. He’s so damn strong he lifts me easily and pulls down until his steely length fills every inch of me. “Do you hate how hard you make me?” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“I hate it,” I cry out. “I hate your cock. Hate the way you fill me up. Hate when I shatter around you.”
“Keep riding me, Peyton.” My nails dig into his shoulder, but he doesn’t so much as wince. “I want you to make me come.”
Oh God, it’s crazy how much I love it when he talks dirty. I let him move me, twist me to the way he needs me, and he lifts his hips, powering into me. My body flushes hot, and I reach between us to stroke my clit.
“Yeah, just like that.” His nostrils flare, his lips part, and he thickens even more inside me. I’m so damn wet, his rapid thrusting picking up the pace until the friction is unbearable, control a thing of the past.
I briefly close my eyes, fearing I’m losing my damn grip on reality as this man drives into me, his fingers biting into my hips. Tomorrow I’ll have little bruises and the thought thrills me. He jerks me up, then pulls me down again, so goddamn hard, he hits my cervix, and draws another full-body release out of me.
“Roman,” I cry out, and practically collapse on top of him. My body shakes, a hard quiver, so powerful and intense, it leaves me trembling, on the brink of tears. Soothing hands drift up from my hips to wrap around me.
“I got you,” he says, and my heart squeezes at the tenderness in his voice. I