Page 32 of Bound By Blood

He must have heard her because he pulled his teeth out of her. He moved his head between her thighs, lightly biting the soft flesh before his tongue flicked out against her clit. She bucked against him and sucked in a sharp breath. He growled hungrily against her. It only heightened the sensation. God, how could this feel so good when he had only just begun?

Her fingers curled into fists above her head when his tongue flicked against her clit. And then again, and again, until he found a steady rhythm with his tongue and his finger, a constant assault against every single nerve in her body.

His grip against her thigh was rough. She was going to have bruises there when they were finished if she didn’t already. The fingers there curl until his nails bit into her skin. A sudden loss filled her as he pulled his finger out, but the protest on the tip of her tongue faded as he pushed back in, this time with a second finger.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

“There is no god here, Carly. God wants nothing to do with what I plan to do to you.”

His words were delicious, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth, she gasped his name. Heat coiled in her body and worked its way down to her core. Shooting electric bolts slithered down her thighs until both were shaking violently around him. His fingers pumped faster, harder, to the point of pain, and then the heat exploded. She cried out and arched off the bed as she came onto his fingers.

But he didn’t stop. He didn’t relent. With her clit still in his mouth, he continued flicking his tongue over the bud, chasing her next orgasm. She writhed, moaned, and screamed as he made her cum again, and again.

“No more. No more,” she begged in short pants, her chest heaving with sweat coating her body and weeping past her curves.

He obeyed and crawled up her body. When he settled between her thighs, he rocked his hard cock against her mound. She pressed further into him and moaned.

She hadn’t realized her eyes were closed until he said, “Eyes on me, Carly.”

Slowly, she opened her eyes. She nearly gasped at the sight of him, the beauty and the lust overtaking his features.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He ground against her again.

Her nod was her only response because she didn’t trust her voice. Her pussy clenched; she needed him.

“Beg,” he demanded.

“Asshole,” she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. He wasn’t going to get everything he wanted tonight.

Continuing to grind against her, he captured her nipple between his teeth. “Beg, Carly. Or I won’t fuck you.”

When she didn’t, he shrugged nonchalantly and started to get off of her.

“No!” she barked. The ache inside her wouldn’t be relieved if he didn’t fuck her now. If he left her a hot and sweaty mess. She couldn’t have that. She wouldn’t have that.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to give him what he asked for.

She sighed. She’d never begged for anything but food before, but this . . . damn it. “Please, Landon.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Please, what? Say it, sweetheart, and then I’ll shove my cock so deep inside you that you’ll be gasping for breath.”

She reared forward, her top half supported by her elbows, and she kissed him hungrily. She bit his lower lip, hard enough to break the skin. A deep rumble came from his chest and spilled onto her lips as she drew his blood into her mouth. A coppery tang slithered across her tongue. “Please, fuck me.”

He grinned wickedly and pushed her roughly until her spine nestled into the comforter. He grabbed his cock and positioned himself at her entrance. She watched as he inserted the tip teasingly.

“Please, Landon. Please,” she begged when he didn’t make a move to go further. “I need you.”

She cried out when he shoved into her with one swift pump. Her back left the bed, a protest at the pain, a testament to her pleasure. He didn’t wait for her to adjust to his size before he started ramming into her.

“Holy shit,” she hissed as the heat coiled in her belly. Her pussy clenched him, pulling him deeper inside with each thrust of his hips.

He curled his hand around her calf, hiked her leg higher up, and hooked it over his hip. At this angle, his thrusts went impossibly deeper, stealing the breath from her lungs just like he had promised. She could feel everything.

“Fuck,” he said between clenched teeth. “So fucking tight.”

Her breathing became faster and her body temperature rose as heat built inside her like a great inferno. She couldn’t take it; she couldn’t endure it any longer. She whimpered below him, his name on her lips. His thrusts were brutal, shaking the bed and slamming it into the wall. Between their groans and the bed, they were the only sounds that filled the room. She held his forearms and met him thrust for thrust, chasing the heat in her core.

She could feel everything; the fibers of the comforter, the hair on his arms under her fingertips, the cool air that wrapped around their hot bodies. She could smell everything too; his masculine scent, her cum, their sweat. She could hear the ticking of a clock and the cars driving below the building. She’d never experienced this heightened sense before, but she didn’t give it much thought. How could she when she was being so thoroughly fucked?