could handle the bend.
Then his mouth closed over my cunt like he planned to kiss it as deeply as he had my mouth. The pure liquid heat coursing through my veins caught fire at the first thrust of his tongue. His nose moved in slow circles on my clit. It was swollen and needy, no doubt, because even the gentlest of brushes sent electricity to sizzle over my nerves.
Every time he pressed his tongue into me though, I wanted to clamp down on it. Not enough pressure. Fuck, I needed more. Hands flattening on the bed, I wrapped my thighs tighter so I could grind upward.
His wicked chuckle sent a ripple of want straight through me, and then he locked his lips over my clit and sucked it against his teeth until the pressure made my vision white out and a sharp sting had me gushing.
The orgasm detonated in my system and ripped a cry from my throat that startled me. Holy shit, that felt so fucking good, and he didn’t let up. It was like he’d found the pleasure trigger and kept squeezing it. I bucked my hips, but he held me in place, one arm over my hips as he kept sucking, nipping, licking, and thrusting. He spread his free hand over my torso and then slid it over a breast.
I found myself laying my hand over his as he reached for a nipple. The calluses on his fingers were the perfect roughness against the pebbled flesh. He teased them, gentle tugs and twists.
A mewling sound tore out of my throat as I covered my free breast with my other hand. “Harder, Vaughn. Fuck me everywhere…” I wanted to feel nothing but him. As if to illustrate my point, I pinched the nipple until pain sparked through the white heat he kept stroking with his mouth.
I swore even the noises he made, slurping and sucking, added fresh kindling to the fire consuming me. “Come for me, Dove,” he whispered against my flesh. “Fucking come, I want to taste you again.”
Back to back orgasms were not my thing. The fact he’d already wrung one out of me was amazing enough, but my body bowed obediently and he matched the twist of my fingers with his own, and when he scraped his teeth over my clit, he twisted the nipple almost painfully and I fucking screamed.
The sound was raw, and it exploded out of me as pleasure flooded every part of me. I didn’t know if I blacked out or floated, but one moment, his mouth was feasting on my cunt, and the next, he was kissing me. The taste of my release was all over him. His whole damn face had been painted slick.
Thrusting my fingers into his hair, I gripped and tugged as I rocked him between my thighs. Between us, we lined him up and he wrapped a hand around my throat. No pressure at all, just the barest of tension.
“Slow,” he commanded, and I swore my body melted into the sheets. I was not obedient by nature, and he made me want so much more. My limbs tingled and my lips burned from his kisses. My nipples ached beautifully, but the clenching of my cunt had become a real need.
“I want you,” I confessed without an ounce of shame.
“And you’re going to have me, Dove, but you’re a little thing, and even as bendy as you are, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want that hurt,” I argued. I wanted every-fucking-thing.
“No more pain,” he whispered before claiming my lips to silence my objections, and then he nudged at my entrance. The first push was shallow, just barely breeching past the mouth. The rub of his piercing lit me up, the sensations almost alien and in competition for the hot heat of his erection.
When was the last time I wanted to ride a dick? I’d forgotten, but even as I arched my hips, he kept his hand firm on my throat and I kept my upper body still for him as he worked his way in.
Huge.
Bendy was right, and I had my legs up and wrapped around him to deepen the angle of his thrusts. Each time, he pressed a little deeper, and I wanted to weep for how fucking good it felt.
“Hold onto me, Dove,” he ordered, and his voice held a lot more strain. A vein throbbed in his forehead, barely visible from the flickering television light, but I gripped his arms. The roll of