Dragging my finger around her sensitive folds, I spread her slickness up to her clit, and she craned her neck back, her knees trembling. “You shouldn’t be so fucking needy for me.”
“It’s not by choice, believe me.” She whimpered, her red curls fanned over the pillow.
“It would have been so much easier if you just stayed away from me.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” She flexed her hips, her cunt needing to be filled—even if it was just my finger.
“If you knew what was good for you, you would have stayed away.”
“Do I look like the kind of girl who knows what’s good for her?” Her fingers tightened around my cock, her palm working my shaft back and forth, every muscle in my thighs pulled tight.
This time I sunk two fingers inside her, and her body squirmed under my watchful eyes. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, the way she sensually bit her bottom lip, cheeks flushed with the prettiest shade of pink. It amazed me how she could look so fucking tempting, so sexy, and still radiate an innocence I wanted to protect and corrupt at the same goddamn time.
Green irises locked with mine, and her lips parted. “Am I allowed to come?”
Jesus fucking Christ. She knew her place. She acted her part. She embraced the role I needed her to play as if she craved it as much as I did.
A low guttural growl echoed from my throat as I pushed in deeper, my thumb reaching for the unhooded pearl between her legs, playing that bundle of nerves with slow, leisurely strokes, applying just enough pressure to force every muscle in her body to tremble.
I breathed out, grabbing and stilling her hand around my dick because I knew I’d blow my load all over her stomach if she came with her grip still around my shaft. “Yes, Sienna.” Her eyes rolled closed. “You can come.”
What started as a gentle moan grew into a fervent cry as her climax crested, her back arching off the mattress and thighs snapping shut, clamping down on my hand. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was trained to come on demand. It was fucking insane how in tune we were with each other, how her body responded to me as if she truly was mine.
Her whimpers slowed and gradually subsided as her body slackened. My balls were so fucking tight, precum already spread along the head of my dick which ached like a motherfucker. I was caught in a haze of lust and need that tightened around my throat, making it impossible to breathe. As if she could feel my torment, Sienna sat up and slipped her legs down the side and shifted to sit in front of me, the tip of my cock a few inches from her mouth.
The way she looked up at me through thick lashes, I could see how hungry she was for me.
I reached out and weaved my fingers through her red curls, cupping the back of her head.
“You want to taste it?”
Her tongue lapped along her lips; her cheeks flushed. “I do,” she murmured, shifting to the edge of the bed. With her nails pressed against the skin of my legs, she dragged her nails all the way up, leaving a trail of fire in their wake before slipping to the back and digging her claws into my ass.
“You’re a feisty girl. I’ll give you that.” My eyes never left hers as I palmed my cock and brought it closer to her parted lips, sliding it along the edges of her mouth. “You’re poison, Sienna,” I murmured, dipping the head of my cock into her mouth. “You’re a disaster waiting to happen.” Abruptly I tightened my grip in her hair and forced her to take my dick so deep, it hit against the back of her throat, causing her to gag, her eyes tearing up. But that didn’t stop her from slacking her jaw and lapping spit all along my shaft as she sucked.
The sight of her hollowed cheeks, her eyes tearing up, made my dick even harder and balls tight. Her hot mouth around my cock, my fist in her hair, and the sound of her lips popping as she sucked—it let me embrace the wicked intentions that constantly swirled inside my darkest corners. Intentions and desires I fought daily, suppressing them because I’ve already hurt someone I cared about.
I grabbed her arm, forcing her to cup my balls while I pumped in and out of her mouth, those lush red curls of hers bouncing around her shoulders as I picked up the pace. “Fuck. You suck dick like a champ. You know that?”
Of course, she couldn’t answer. All she could do was moan, the sound vibrating around my shaft. The tip of her tongue swirled against the head of my cock, and I leaned my head back, sucking air through my teeth. I was so close to coming, but I was nowhere near finished with her.
I pulled my dick out of her mouth, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her to her feet. With a quick flick of my wrists, I twirled her around and shoved her back on the bed before snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her ass up and grabbing her hair, forcing her face into the mattress before sinking my dick deep into her glistening cunt.
She cried out, and I reared back before slamming into her so hard her knees lifted off the sheets as I forced her head deeper into the mattress.
I bit my lips, sucking air through my teeth. With her body bent, her ass up as far as possible, her cunt bloomed, able to take me deeper than last night. Her pussy clamped down around my length, coating my cock with her arousal. I can’t remember it ever feeling this good, this fucking intoxicating. It’s a high I couldn’t describe as it possessed every motherfucking bone in my body. Sweat dripped down my temples, Sienna’s back shimmering with perspiration, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
I flexed and rolled my hips, driving into her hard and fast. She kept on moaning, crying out every time my hips slapped against her ass, our bodies colliding like thunder, preparing for the hurricane that would sweep through us.
With a growl, I lifted her head by pulling her hair, and I leaned down, wanting to taste her fucking mouth, my tongue licking and lapping at her lips from over her shoulder. I wanted to consume this woman, mark every inch of her. The sick fucker in me wanted her in a goddamn cage, locked in while I held the motherfucking key, able to fuck her the way I wanted to, whenever I wanted to. Just the thought alone had my climax shooting down my spine straight to my balls.
“Noah, tell me I can come again. Fuck.”
I reached around her waist, touching her clit, pinching that sensitive bud with my fingers. It earned me the best fucking moan I had ever heard from a woman’s lips—it was a dirty ballad of sin that coated her sweet, sweet lips.
“Come for me, baby girl. I want to hear you.”
Harder, faster, wilder, and out of control, I fucked Sienna Whitlock as if it meant death if I didn’t. My legs grew weak as my orgasm built, threatening to fucking explode through my veins.