Page 39 of Autumn Ritual

Those dark brown orbs popped open.

I didn’t give her time to think. My right hand fisted her hair, while the left threatened to crack the counter’s edge. I flexed my hips, giving her a moment to adjust to the change in control.

And then, I fucked that pretty little mouth.

Sara took everything I gave her. She hollowed her cheeks. Her tongue rubbed the sensitive underside of my shaft.

I watched her grind against the pumpkin. Her rhythm started jerkily, since she was probably distracted by my cock in her mouth. But she found the tempo, rocking with each thrust.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She didn’t stop.

I hit the back of her throat, which made her gag. Pain lashed against my thighs as her nails scored the skin.

That’s it. Mark me.

She took my dick, swallowing the length. Air dragged through her nose in desperate gulps before I slammed deep to cut it off. Those hot, quick breaths fanned over me, and Sara began to whimper.

“You close, angel?”

She nodded. Her teeth grazed my shaft, sending a zing of pain that was deliciously sweet.

“Don’t stop—”

Sara cried, but the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat, making the sound choke out. It took everything in me to keep the pace and not speed to my own release. If I was going to come, it was going to be inside that tight, sweet little cunt.

My balls tightened dangerously. I began to recite some lyrics of a song to drag out the moment. Sara rocked wildly, breathing hard, and when I reached down to tweak her nipple, she shattered.

Dropping forward, her gagged cries and gasps filled the room.

I pulled free of her mouth, dropping to taste the gorgeous song she sang. My kiss was hard. I drank her in, flicking my tongue against hers.

She reached for my shoulders, clinging to me.

In a swift but careful move, I flipped her down and lowered myself on her. There wasn’t time to remove my clothing. I was going to explode. I needed to be inside her, right the fuck now.

The cap bounced from my head. Something metal clanged beside us. A cold wetness slithered against my arm, but I was too busy brushing my fingers through the drenched folds of her pussy. So soft. Perfectly wet. As I lined the head of my dick to her center, I pressed a kiss against her pulse.

And then, I slammed deep inside her.

Her body clenched around me. Another cry slipped past her lips. Those tiny fists cinched around my shirt, dragging it up my back. If she had the strength, she would have ripped it in two.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered and kissed her nose.

I helped her pull my shirt free. Another metallic clang rang out as she rocked under me, meeting each thrust. My mouth covered hers again. I ravaged her lips. I tasted her pleasure. I drove into her with a fury. The scent of roses laced each ragged inhale. Roses…and something damp and earthy.

Her voice broke. “I’m going to come again!”

“Good,” I panted. “Show me, beautiful angel. You’ve earned it.”

Lifting her head, Sara tried to kiss the curve of my throat. But her teeth sank into my muscle as her body tightened.

My restraint snapped. The release tore straight from my balls, surged through my shaft, and I emptied myself inside her warmth. At the same time, her muscles became a vise. Sara screamed against my skin as she came hard.

The explosion of pleasure rendered me temporarily blind.

Our heavy breaths were the only sound.

When I finally pulled back to drink in the sight of her, it took a moment to register the carnage. Both metal bowls had spilled. Pumpkin guts decorated Sara’s dark brown hair. More were painted against our sides. We’d rutted in the mess like animals. The scent of wet earth and vegetation filled the air, clinging to our bodies, but still I smelled her. Roses and salvation.