Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,211
face into his crotch. I didn’t care—in fact, I revelled in his vicious need. “You’re more than that but you’re driving me mad. Suck me. Fucking suck.”
With pleasure.
Opening my mouth, I fitted my lips over him.
Shit, he burned. Beneath the coldness of the ice cream, he smouldered.
His cock jerked the second my tongue swept over the head. His hands tightened in my hair, tugging and making my eyes water.
Sliding further down, I drank his taste.
My soul became drenched in his flavour as I licked away salty pre-cum; my mouth watered at the sweetness of vanilla ice cream. His skin was silky and priceless satin—living stone twitching to fill me.
My jaw ached as I bobbed up and down, but Cas kept my head locked between his legs. I couldn’t look up, I couldn’t see. But I knew the longer I sucked him, the more he unravelled.
His hips matched my rhythm, driving up as I sank down, fucking my mouth possessively. He didn’t try to choke me. He didn’t drive past my gag reflex. He took what I gave and nothing more.
Finally, his hands tugged on my hair, yanking my head up.
My eyes watered, and my tongue was numb from granting him pleasure. His fingers drifted to grip beneath my arms, hauling me up his chest. The moment our slippery, sticky bodies sandwiched together, we shivered. His cock had its own heartbeat, thrumming against my lower belly—so damn close to filling me.
“I want more than just tonight,” he growled. He swallowed, panic fireballing in his eyes before being devoured by endless blue.
His confession sent my heart ablaze. I couldn’t speak.
Shoving me off him, he sat up. As if he’d never uttered the previous words, he growled, “I need you hard and fast, Lace. Tell me if that’s going to be a problem.”
I shook my head. “No. I want that, too.”
“Good. Get on all fours.”
Scrambling in my haste, I did as he asked, looking over my shoulder at the powerful man behind me. With shaking hands, he tore open the condom wrapper and sheathed it over his extremely large cock.
My legs trembled. A body-clenching wave swept through me. I worried for my pussy. I worried for my mind staying in one piece when he finally made me come. I worried about so many things.
Grabbing the champagne from where I’d placed it on the bedside table, he swigged it, then rested it by his thigh.
With a cold smile, he positioned himself between my legs, nudging my soaking entrance with his overheated cock.
We both groaned at the tantalizing friction.
“Fuck.”
“I need you.” I moaned, arching my back, forcing my hips against him.
He tapped my ass. “So impatient.”
I screamed as a waterfall of chilled champagne upended on my back. The second the coldness hit my burning skin, his cock no longer nudged my entrance but buried itself inside me.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Too many reactions. Too many sensations.
It felt so good.
It felt so wrong.
I sobbed with delirium as he bent over me, turning the cold champagne into a blanket of bubbling heat. His mouth sucked up puddles dancing on my spine as his hips pressed harder, driving deeper in a satisfying glide.
“Cas…shit. More…give me more.” My voice failed as he obeyed, thrusting deeper, filling me completely and truly with every inch of him.
The moment my body claimed his, he began to move. His knees moved closer, his hands gripped tighter. “God, you’re responsive.”
I moaned as he withdrew and thrust, again and again. I gripped the sheets, trying to anchor myself against pleasure.
The storm in my soul grew, swirling with wind and sonnets.
“Yes,” I moaned as he reached forward, flicking my clit. My head lolled forward as I gave into his magic.
His fingers bit into my hips, pulling me back, thrust after thrust. His hip bones bruised my ass with every pound.
I lost myself to the rhythm of being taken. I gave up everything.
Nothing else existed—not the sounds of him fucking me or our out of control breathing. Only his body deep inside mine.
“God, I can’t stop it. I can’t—”His cock swelled, stretching me even further as his pace turned crazed with need.
Every stroke drove me to the pinnacle, up and up, clouds and clouds. The thunder of his groans added to the crash of lightning in my soul.
“Come. Make me come!” I begged. My mouth parted as twisting spindling pressure built in my core. I needed to combust. I wanted to let go.