He pulled me off him, picked me up, and slammed me against the wall, lips crashing to mine. His eyes were even darker, lost in the lust that surrounded us. “I don’t think I want you to swallow me tonight. I want to come in that fucking tight cunt of yours.”
He kissed me again, hard and needy. One hand was still tangled in my hair, the other grabbing my ass so hard I anticipated a hand print bruise in the morning.
“How do you taste on my lips?” I asked him in the brief moment his left mine.
He growled, pulling my hips to his, rubbing the fabric of my pants against his very erect cock. “Oh, baby, I’m about to ask you the same thing,” he whispered in my ear before biting just beneath.
His mouth worked its way down my neck; tongue licking, teeth nipping. He stopped, his gaze locked on the still prominent mark on my shoulder that had not faded. His finger traced the outline his teeth had created, his tongue mirroring the path before his teeth clamped down.
“That is so fucking sexy.” He yanked down the strap of my tank top, exposing my breast.
My nipples tightened against the cool air. Nathan dove down, taking one into his mouth and biting. I cried out in pain and pleasure, repeating the sound when he moved to the other side. He rounded back, sucking hard on the first nipple as his tongue flicked the harden flesh.
He worked his way back up, lips mashing into mine, bruising; our tongues dancing. “Now to taste your *. I bet you’re so fucking sweet.” He inhaled and smirked. “I can smell you from here.”
“Fuck!” I cried. His words were going to be the death of me. The thought of his mouth on my clit was more than I could handle. I ached for him to touch me; take me.
“Soon, very fucking soon.” His hands grabbed onto the waistband of my pants, pulling them and my panties down in one quick tug.
I pulled my tank top the rest of the way off as I stepped out of my pants; his hands on my skin created paths of fire that shot straight into my quivering *. His arm hooked underneath one leg, placing it on his shoulder. He licked and nipped his way from my knee to my * lips.
“Baby, you are fucking dripping wet for me.” His finger swiped my slit, causing my hips to buck and a moan to escape. I looked down in time to watch as he placed that finger into his mouth, licking and sucking my juices. “Mmm, so good. This is what sucking my cock did to you? Dirty girl, so fucking naughty.”
His mouth clamped down on my inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. Then his mouth latched onto my *, licking up my opening before nipping at my clit, and making me moan like a whore. He was relentless in his attack, pulling me hard to his mouth. Screams bounced off the walls, all emanating from me, from what he was doing to my body.
I’d been climbing toward my orgasm with each touch, my body burning with desire. But when he slipped two fingers inside, pumping them, that was what finally threw me over the edge.
“Oh, shit, Nathan! I…I…” My body shook, head tilting back as my orgasm ripped through me. My hands were in his hair, pushing him further into my *, riding his face as I spasmed around his fingers.
“You are so fucking hot when you come.” He groaned and set my leg back down. His tongue swiped around lips that were shining with my juices. He stood, pressing his body against mine, grinding his cock into me, and guiding my arms above my head.
I stretched up and captured his lips with mine, tasting myself mixed with him. His fingers flexed against my hips.
“Time to fuck that * of yours. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You like being fucked fast and rough, don’t you? You want my cock to own your * and pound it hard.”
I nodded. His grip moved down to my arm, pulling me down the hall. We walked into the dining room, and he pushed me against the ledge of the table, my hips stinging as they hit the hard wood.