Page 84 of Coveted By Cupid

I’m already his. It’s time to make him mine.

CHAPTER THIRTY

VANESSA

Unable to contain my need for my nefarious biker, my lips slam against his, claiming my place in his life and in his world.

Our kisses are not gentle. We’re all tongues and teeth, biting at each other’s lips and sucking at the other’s mouth. My tongue licks over Cupid’s face, tasting my enemy’s blood left behind on my biker’s chiseled face and washing him clean of his sins.

“Mine,” I purr, rubbing against him like a cat in heat.

“Fuck, Vanessa.” Cupid groans, pulling his head back. He cradles my face, his hands shaking like he’s trying not to lose grip on his control. “If you keep at me like that, I’m going to bend you over the damn couch.”

An unhinged giggle escapes my lips, loving the idea of him taking me from behind in the most primitive of ways. I hastily undo his belt, eager to have him fill me. “Please, Cupid. I need you. I need you to lay claim to my body the way you did my heart.”

The tension in his face shifts to something darker, possessive, like the last of Cupid’s control has snapped. “Say it again.”

With pleasure, ole man.

I run my tongue over the seam of his lips, savoring the taste of him. “Claim me, Cupid. Make me yours in every way.”

In one swift motion, Cupid hoists me into his massive arms, pivoting us toward the couch. His hot mouth is at my throat, nipping at my sensitive flesh, marking me with his teeth and abrading my skin with his facial hair.

At the couch, he sets me back on my feet. He spins me around, pressing his palm into the center of my back to bend me over the back of the low-profile couch. I comply, desperate to be filled with his massive cock.

“I don’t think you have the slightest clue what seeing my name on you does to me.” His fingers trail over the property patch on the back of my vest, like a lord admiring his territory. “This stays on when I take you. Do you understand?”

The authority in his voice has my ovaries doing a samba dance. My lips curl into a wicked smile. “Yes, Cupid.”

My biker hums with approval, pleased I’m letting him use me how he wants without pushback.

He reaches around the front of my jeans, undoing them faster than a politician changes his mind. Yanking my pants and underwear down my legs, Cupid kneels behind me.

The slow drag of his tongue runs up the back of my thigh, eliciting a wanton moan from my lips. He bites me gentle at the sulcus under my left ass cheek, making me gasp with pleasure.

When his hot breath puffs against my wet pussy lips, I quiver with anticipation. “Fuck, yes. Please, eat me out.”

“Eat you out?” A dark snigger is all I hear as his hands glide up the front of my naked thighs. His fingers squeeze the tops of my legs, locking me in place. “No, Butterfly. I’m going to devour you.”

Oh, sweet Lord Almighty! I could come hearing those words dripping from his lips alone.

Using the broadside of his tongue, Cupid licks me slowly from clit to crack. I groan into the couch cushion, loving the way this man worships my body, needing more of it.

“Sopping wet for me,” he says against my sex, sending delicious vibrations along my tender flesh before he buries his tongue into my pussy, tasting me from the inside out.

“Yes,” I say in a gasp.

Cupid sucks on my folds, licking me right to the edge of a climax. His nose nudges against my puckered hole, teasing me to the point I throw my ass back in his face and rub against him.

He slaps my ass with a loud crack, nipping at my labia. I cry out, nearly releasing all over his face. Heat blooms across my bottom, and I want more of his naughty discipline. “Again, please!”

“Behave or I won’t let you come,” he orders in a low, controlled tone, letting me know he’s calling the shots. “This is my favorite meal, and I will not rush it.”

“Fuck.” I whimper against the couch, restraining myself from using his face like a grinding pad. “I want to come. Please let me come.”

Taking a long, languid swipe over my clit, Cupid says, “You’ll come when I tell you to come. Now, lie still and take the pleasure I’m giving you.”

Building me back up slowly, Cupid has me mewling, desperate for a release. I won’t last much longer if he keeps flicking my clit like he’s playing with a damn fidget spinner.