Page 52 of Dare Me


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Every word out of his mouth makes me crazier. I shimmy my bottoms down, willing to do just about anything for him to fuck me right now. He pulls his fingers out, and I lick away my spit, gulping down air before saying, “Make up your mind because I’m ready to be used.”

“You wanna be used, baby?” he purrs mischievously.

“If I’m begging to be wrecked, then you better fuck me hard, Loch.”

His lips curl into a wicked smirk. “I’ll give it to you until you’re begging me to stop.”

He’s barely finished talking when he picks me up and impales me on his cock. “Yes,” I cry, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. “Fuck, you’re too big.”

He smirks and thrusts into me again with a grunt. My bare back scrapes against the wall, the sting only adding to the rush of sensations. “No, pretty girl, you’re just really fucking tight. I’d tell you to relax, but I love the way your pussy is hugging my cock. Fucking perfect. So hot and wet—”

“It’s so much.” I gasp and tangle my fingers in his hair just for something to hold onto.

He crushes his lips against mine then sighs through gritted teeth. “I can’t help myself when you take me so well. I wanna fuck your tight little cunt until you’re crying, fuck you so deep and hard you won’t be able to move without feeling me.”

I can only respond with moans and pleas for more, his cock hitting spots inside of me that make my whole body light up. I hook one arm around his shoulders while the other slides between us. I drag my two fingers up and down over my clit then split them into a V to stroke either side of his dick. The feel of my own arousal drenching his cock as he thrusts in and out of me is carnal and raw.

I bring my wet fingers to his lips, and he greedily sucks them into his mouth. He hums, his eyes rolling to the ceiling, like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. When he swirls his tongue around my fingertips, my pussy clenches.

His teeth scrape against them as I withdraw. “So fucking sweet.” He pushes forward to kiss me hard, biting my lip. “I can’t wait until you’re leaking my cum so I can lap up the mess and taste us together.”

“Oh my god.” I circle my clit and mewl as pleasure sparks in my core. “I want that. I want you to come inside me, Loch.” I don’t even know what I’m saying, my mind giving out to a landslide of sensations. I babble from the most primal part of my brain. “I want to be fucked full of your cum. I want you to leave me dripping.”

Lochlan lets out a guttural groan. “Goddamn, Stella Mae. You can’t say shit like that.”

I clamp my mouth closed, realizing what I said. My teeth bite painfully into my lip. He laughs at my immediate and sure silence. “Sensible Stella, begging to be bred.”

I cover his mouth with my hand. If he keeps talking like that, I’m going to come, and I want to draw out this feverish moment as long as possible. He grins against my palm, and it’s like he can hear my every depraved thought.

Ridiculous thoughts.

Thoughts that make my body hot and my core wound tight.

My brows pinch together on a whimper as my orgasm crests. Lochlan presses me harder against the wall for support then uses one hand to press down on my lower stomach and I completely shatter.

My mind is nothing but white light, and I clutch him to me with both arms wrapped around his neck. Burying my face, I scream into the sweaty nook of his neck. “That’s it, pretty girl. Come nice and hard on my cock.”

I cling to him as he pumps into me a few more times. I feel featherlight and a million pounds in his arms, inhaling his masculine scent and sea salt from the ocean. He fights back a loud groan as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me.

He leans forward, using the wall to hold us both up as he catches his breath. After a few moments, he rests his forehead against mine. “Can you stand?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, everything feeling softer now. Miles away from the frenzied and brash way we bust into here.

He gently lets my legs go, my feet hitting the floor. He kisses the bridge of my nose and then lowers himself onto his knees between my legs. He lifts one of my thighs and dips his head to drag his tongue through my entrance. The idea of him gathering his own cum from my pussy is so deliciously filthy. I shiver at the feel on my swollen, heated flesh. His hair brushes against my sensitive inner thighs, prolonging the chills pricking pleasurably across my skin.

He stands, clasping my hip with one hand and cradling my cheek with the other. Slowly and deliberately, he presses his mouth to mine, teasing my lips apart and pushing his cum from his tongue to mine. The salty hit tastes like unrestrained lust.

He breaks the kiss but doesn’t pull away more than an inch. “If I thought I was addicted to you before, I’m fucking hooked now, a réalta.”

1. Play “Your Man” by Josh Turner

2. Play “Nonsense” by Sabrina Carpenter

Chapter 22

The Game

Lochlan

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