Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,58
to fire. “You are so responsive, so fucking sexy… makes me wonder how dirty I can get you.”
“Do it.” I didn’t care if I crossed every line; I never thought I would, as long as he continued to make me feel this incredible.
A rumble came from him, pulling his hand away from me.
“Get on your knees. Grip the headboard,” he directed.
I moved quickly, my palms rolling over the wood frame. His body moved behind mine, his hands gliding down my sides, tugging my ass out farther, parting my legs.
“I’ve wanted to do this far longer than I’d ever admit.” His nose ran up between my ass, his words mummering against my sex, his teeth scraping my inner thigh, before I felt his tongue lick through me.
“Ooooohhh godddd,” I moaned, pushing back into him. I felt him chuckle at my neediness, his tongue exploring deeper.
Sounds I never even heard an animal make huffed and cried through the air as he started to devour me like he needed this to live.
“You taste so fucking good. Jesus, Kins… I’m never gonna get enough.” He added in his fingers, his lips sucking and tugging on me.
Whimpers and screams tore from my throat. A neighbor pounded on the wall, but I didn’t care who heard us.
Every lick or nip shot me toward the cliff, my head already floating with bliss.
“Smith. Oh fuck,” I cried, my orgasm walking the line.
“Not yet.” He was loving tormenting me.
“Please…” I begged, my limbs quaking.
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
“No.”
“You bastard! I hate you.”
He snickered. Then as he bit down on my clit, his thumb pushed back into my ass, hitting the nerves.
Boom.
That was what it felt like inside—a bomb ripping through my senses, coloring the back of my lids as a howl echoed off the walls.
Shuttering and gasping, I felt him pull away, but I didn’t come down for a while more. Frozen by the extreme sensations running over my body like a horse race.
No words came to me that would describe that. Incredible, amazing, mind-blowing… none of them seemed to be enough.
“Jesus, Smith,” I croaked. He moved up behind me, his teeth nipping at my shoulder. Perspiration glided between my breasts and down my back, his tongue following the trail, lapping at my skin. I thought there would be no way I could go again anytime soon, but the feel of his hardness pressing between my ass, his hands cupping my breasts, his breath sliding over my skin, I heard myself moan again.
Insatiable.
That was how I felt with him.
That I would never have enough.
“Hope you enjoyed your two hours rest. It’s is the only reprieve you will get tonight. I’m gonna fuck you all night. It’s been too long, and you feel too fucking unbelievable to not be inside you.”
A long time? I thought Becca was still in the picture?
Not giving me any time to think past that, he dragged himself through me before slamming into me, puffing air in my lungs.
“Fuck. Smith!”
He wrapped his hand around my hair, tugging it roughly back. “Sorry, I’m not going to go easy. I need you too fucking bad.”
“Don’t ever go easy. I want it all. Everything,” I challenged.
“Be careful what you ask for.” He growled in my ear before he yanked on my locks, thrusting so hard my eyes started to water. But I only wanted more.
His need dominated the room like he was possessed. As if it had been years, building up, and he finally snapped.
The bedframe cracked plaster off the wall, the sound of us was the only thing that filled the room. The man was a god in bed. I climaxed so hard I almost passed out, but he flipped me over, driving back into me.
The humidity outside and between us swelled so thick sweat dripped off us like raindrops. We broke for a moment, moving to shower, where he had me crying out again.
Stumbling out, our bodies wet and exhausted, he laid me back on the bed, discovering every inch of me with his mouth until we woke up our neighbors again.
We probably would have a million complaints. But for once I didn’t care. I let go, while Smith kept his promise to not give me any reprieve. Not that I complained one bit. I wanted it and more.
Our bodies finally gave out way after the sun rose.
Chapter 16
Smith
I stared up, the late-morning light flickering across the ceiling.
Shhhiiittt.
“Oh Smith… you are so fucked. Karma, my beautiful boy. This one will level you.”
Angie’s statement circled in my brain over and over.
I