Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,100
I groan, not even caring that I’m loud. If he doesn’t make me come soon, I might lose my mind. I lean into him, but he rests his head back, and this time I do growl.
He cocks his head. “Who’s in charge of you, Antoinette?”
“You,” I say. It’s not pleasant; it’s full-on bitchy, but come on. I let him fucking shoot his load all over my face and tits.
He smiles. “You’re greedy. I’m spoiling you.” He grabs my ankle before I can move it.
“Don’t do it, my love,” he purrs, and his breath stimulates my swollen clit. Ours eyes lock. The room sizzles with my pent-up need to come and the very real possibility I might burst into tears because he said my love.
He lets go of my ankle and dips his finger in the chocolate frosting, holding it up to my lips.
“Suck.” My eyes narrow, but I lick my puffy lips and take his finger, letting the sweet frosting melt down my throat. He lets me suck it all, then pops his finger out of my mouth to grab another dollop, but this time he smears it on the lips of my pussy. I moan and almost beg. Maybe I should—he’s never done this before.
“That’s it, baby, now bring that sweet cunt straight into my mouth.”
He’s so nasty, I can’t help but whimper even before his mouth tastes my wet pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I scream as he sucks on me at last. Arching my back, I reach for him while I shake and pulse. As I soar, white light and black dots appear before my eyes and I orgasm in his mouth.
Somehow the cake is gone. I know this because Axel is guiding my hips, gently lowering me onto his hard cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He grunts as I make a noise I’ve never heard before.
“Jesus.” He leans his head back, letting me adjust to his size. Mine must roll forward because he’s kissing my face, my lips, my eyelids.
Then I shiver as he says, “Fuck me.” Our eyes lock and at once, I’m unleashed. Doing what he says, I grab the back of the chair and stand on my toes. Lifting up, and in one fast thrust, I start to fuck him hard. Up and down, I pound on him.
His eyes are heavy, lidded, as he watches me. “You’re perfect,” he hisses. “Rub that wet cunt on me.”
I groan and obey, whimpering. Latching my nails into the back of his neck, I pant into his mouth.
“You gonna come on my cock, baby?” he murmurs. “Fuck me.” His hands grab my ass as he rocks me back and forth on him. And this time, I scream as pulsing pleasure bursts through me and I convulse on his cock.
“Christ, this cunt is tight when you come.” His eyes darken and his nostrils flare as the world disappears and I’m floating with him in nothing but pulsing waves of pleasure.
“Fuck, Antoinette.” He lifts me up and down, his thick cock swelling.
“Axel, I can feel you,” I murmur, staring into his eyes, my pussy continuing to pulse.
“Baby,” he hisses as he stops my thrusting.
I see it.
His eyes change, a flicker, a light. It’s as if both our souls are intertwined as he orgasms. It takes my breath away. His fingers dig into my ass. His cock pulses, filling me up. I can barely catch my breath. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but this moment, this very second as our bodies are one. Our lips touch as we breathe in and out and I’m undone by him.
Completely destroyed.
I can’t move. I want to feel like this forever, floating only in our world. His hands leave my ass to cup my face while his sapphire eyes focus on me. He’s almost desperate in his perusal.
“Axel.” It’s gravelly and full of emotion, but for that split second I thought he was going to tell me what I desperately need to hear.
He doesn’t. He brings my lips to his as he kisses me. It’s slow and gentle and I sigh into it. Slowly he lifts me up, and, barely able to stand, I reach for the chair. My legs are shaking. He steadies me and walks over to reach for his cigarettes. My eyes follow his body—it’s beyond hot. He’s all muscle, his arms and back covered in tattoos that range from music to Greek gods. I don’t move as I watch him light the cigarette and inhale. He looks over at me, his eyes unreadable.