“Yeah, you’re about to get fucked.” He nuzzles my neck, licking and sucking as he grinds against my leg while he finger-fucks me into oblivion.
“Don’t stop,” I cry, clutching his arm. “Don’t you dare stop.”
His dark chuckle fills my bedroom. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby girl. I want you nice and wet and ready for my dick.”
“Yes, God yes.”
His thumb grazes my clit and everything contracts and then explodes into Technicolor as I come hard, clamping down on his fingers.
“Greedy little bitch.” He collars my throat as his lips crash down on mine, swallowing my quiet moans. All while he one-handedly pops his jeans’ button and shoves them down his hips enough to free his cock.
“You want this?” He slides it through my folds, teasing me.
I wiggle against him, desperate for him to fill me up.
“I asked you a question, Kitty Kat. You want my dick?”
Pressing my lips together, I nod.
“Legs wide,” he orders, tapping my thigh. I spread myself open beneath him, completely lost to the sensation.
“Eyes on me, I want you to know who’s fucking you. I want you to know who’s cock is fucking ruining you. You need me to wrap up?” he asks suddenly, a frown marring his ruggedly handsome face.
“No, I’m good.”
“Thank fuck.” He slams home, filling me with one brutal thrust that has me pressing my lips together to stop the moans from escaping.
“Jesus, baby girl, you feel like fucking heaven. I’m going to fuck him right out of your system.”
“Oh my God,” I pant, winding my hands around the back of his neck and holding on as he rails me into the mattress.
Styx isn’t soft or tender. He fucks me like he hates me, like he hates himself, pounding into me over and over until I’m a sweaty, breathless mess beneath him.
“Fuck, your pussy is heaven, Katrina. Tell me it’s mine, tell me only I get to fuck you like this. Me, Kitty Kat.” His hand curves around the hollow of my neck as he stares down at me. “Tell me that if you need this, you’ll come to me.”
“I… God, Styx, do that again.”
He slows a little, rotating his hips in a way that makes my eyes roll in my head.
“Jesus, your pussy is so fucking tight I can feel everything.” He thrusts into me, small shallow strokes that drive me wild.
He’s everywhere. One hand in my hair, one wrapped around my throat. His tongue is in my mouth, his dick deep inside me. He’s devouring me, quite literally, and there isn’t an ounce of space left to worry about Ryder or my brother or what anyone will think of me.
And right now in this moment, I don’t care.
I only care that he never stops touching me, kissing me, fucking me.
“More… more…”
“Greedy little thing.” He licks the inside of my mouth, teasing me as he pulls out and slams back inside, shoving my body up the bed.
I hope to God that Mom and Aunt Cassie are dead to the world because if anyone was to walk past my bedroom door, it would be obvious what’s going on in here.
No matter how hard I try not to cry out or moan or scream, Styx commands my body like a conductor guiding his orchestra toward their big finish.
My body begins trembling as I lift my hips, desperately seeking more friction.
“Styx,” I murmur and he gives me what I need, sliding one hand between our slick bodies and pinching my clit.