Page 130 of Striking Range

It’s only as I go to speak that I realize there are tears dripping onto my lips. “B-but it was too much. I’m not ready to come.”

A high-pitched squeak leaves him, and he pushes himself between my legs, our cocks lining up between us.

“I love it so much when you cry for me,” he purrs, his lips mouthing at my nipple between each sentence. “You’re so pretty like this, wet all over. Can I put it in now? Please?”

Ah fuck. That’s so hot.

“Yeah,” I tell him. “Put it in me. Raw.”

It takes him a single second to line his fat head up with my entrance, and two more to slam all the way home. He is suddenly buried so deep inside of me that I’m convinced I can feel him all the way up to my chest.

“Fuck!” I shout, my legs lifting to lock around his hips.

Everett does not let me adjust to the feel of him; he pulls almost completely out before thrusting over and over again, his fingers interlocked over the crown of my head.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he’s chanting, his hips snapping hard and fast as his sweat drips from his forehead onto my chin. “Take it, puppy. Take my cock and cry for me.”

The hair at my temples is soaked, my own breath leaving me in choked exhales that have me nearly hyperventilating. The pleasure is so intense, so deep inside of me, that I cannot think.

I intended to be a brat tonight, but he’s taking that ability away from me one shove of his hips at a time.

“Please,” I plead, pushing down to meet every one of his thrusts. “Make me come. I want to come so badly.”

“Let me hear it,” he grits out. “Let me hear you beg.”

What a fucking asshole.

“Evie, please,” I cry out. “Please give it to me. Touch it—touch that spot. Fuck into it. I want to feel you there.”

“Oh, I’m gonna come,” he gasps out. “Shit, stop talking. I’m gonna come.”

“No,” I snap. “Make me come.”

“Fuck!” Everett jolts back, pulling out from inside of me so quickly that the loss of it has me tensing. “Just… oh, god.”

He’s staring down at his own length where it pulses, his fingers wrapped tightly around the base to fight off his release.

‘Everett—”

“Stop talking!” he roars, his brow pinched. “Your voice is so good, it’s gonna—I might blow.”

“Like fucking hell you will,” I hiss, leaning up and taking hold of one of his nipples, twisting it hard.

And Everett comes. His cock erupts, a startled, choked-off scream leaving his throat as his hot release coats my inner thighs.

The pain was supposed to bring him down, not send him tumbling over the edge.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. I’m sorry, baby. I—yes, fuck, that feels so good,” he rambles, sitting back on his heels as his body shakes and his muscles tense.

And yeah, I’m irritated that he came before getting me off, but he also looks so delicious at this moment that I can’t help myself. I bend down and take the head of his dick into my mouth, drinking the last of his release.

A loud moan pierces the room, his hands snapping up to grip the sides of my face before thrusting forward until his cockhead is buried deep in my throat and the small, soft patch of his pubic hair is pressed to my nose.

“Please, Sky, fuck! Suck it for me. Su—just like that. Holy shit!” Everett slumps over me, his stomach curving around the shape of my head and his softening length falling from my mouth as I gasp and cough.

For a solid ten seconds, I couldn’t breathe at all.

“Jesus,” I stammer, lifting him off me enough to stop bending nearly in half.