Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,86

Monroe tugged my feet out from under me and ripped my panties down my legs before tossing them aside. I drew my knees up, excited by his furious haste and he growled as he rested his hands on them and spread my legs wide, making my skin blaze like a furnace as he took in every piece of me.

"You're a siren, Tatum," he said, his voice raspy as he leaned over me, pressing my knees harder so they were driven into the sheets. "I'd gladly dive into the ocean and die for a taste of you." He dropped his head down between my legs and I cried out as he feasted on me. There was no other word for it, his mouth drove against me like he was starved of my flesh. He sank his tongue into my heated core and I fisted my hands in the sheets, my back arching as I bucked my hips and offered myself up to him like a sacrifice on his altar.

He spread my thighs wider still, giving him access to every sensitive piece of my body as he licked and sucked, groaning into my pussy with need. When his tongue slid down to my ass, I squirmed like crazy and he slammed a hand to my stomach, keeping me still as he swirled the tip of his tongue over me and I was soon panting and blushing, a new kind of moan escaping me as I stopped wriggling and started begging for more. His mouth dragged up my centre again and landed on my clit as he started another earthquake beneath his tongue. I was going to shatter, crash, break. And I wanted to so badly it hurt.

"Nash," I gasped, barely able to take it as he continued to devour me, never letting me fall to ruin.

"You're going to beg for my cock, princess. I want to hear you whimper for me. I want to make you feel how I've felt waiting to have you again," he growled, turning his head to nip my thigh. He was holding back just enough, careful not to mark me, but that made my skin tingle even more. There was a thrill in hiding this wild passion between us from the world, even if it was difficult at times.

He moved up my body, starting up a new torment on my skin as he sucked and licked everywhere he went. He made it to my breasts and started teasing my nipples, one with his tongue and the other with his fingers. I wrapped my legs around him and he pushed his free hand between us, palming my soaking pussy and laughing into my flesh.

"Nash!" I demanded as he continued to coat his fingers in my desire but he never gave me more than that, savouring how much my body craved him.

"Beg," he insisted, taking his hand from between my thighs and smearing my wetness over my nipples. He fell on my breasts with an unholy groan as he lapped the flavour of me away and I swear I was about to come from this alone.

I was stubborn as shit though and he knew that, but this was clearly turning him the fuck on. And if he didn't give me what I needed soon, I really was going to give in and beg. But not yet. I'd see if he'd break first.

I wriggled my hand between us, cupping his solid cock through his jeans and he drew in a breath between his teeth as I rubbed and squeezed him. I fumbled with his zipper and he lifted his hips as he let me push my hand through his fly, my fingers gliding beneath his waistband and wrapping around his thick, waiting length.

"Fuck, your hands are so soft," he groaned as I tightened my grip, sliding my palm up and down him as I bathed in the perfect smoothness of his shaft. I needed to feel it inside me and I was sure he wouldn't wait forever for me to beg, especially when I felt the wet bead of desire on the head of his dick with my thumb. He was close to losing it himself.

"Come on, Nash," I encouraged with a smirk on my face. "You're the one who's about to beg."

He chuckled low in his throat, thrusting his hips slowly as he fucked my hand. "You're all talk, princess."

He grinned down at me, pressing his hands into the sheets as he lifted more of his weight off of