Pushing up her thighs, I lifted her feet off the ground and dived in, burying my tongue in her cunt.
“Please!” she begged, moaning and trying to twist out of my hold. “Michael, no.”
I flicked her clit one more time and pulled back, grabbing her panties and pulling them slowly down her legs.
“You told me no?” I challenged. “You don’t like a little tongue in your *?”
Her body shook, and her breaths were shallow.
I stood up, tossing her panties to the side, and then reached up to grab her wrists, pulling them off the sconce. “Yeah, I know you liked it,” I bit out. “And you’re damn-well going to get it.”
I palmed my cock through my jeans, feeling it ache with the release I hadn’t yet had. My pulse throbbed in my neck, and I grabbed her arms, whipping her around and pushing her down on the ground.
“Michael!” she shrieked, landing on her ass with her hands still tied in front of her.
I lowered to my knees, standing above her as I pulled off my hoodie and T-shirt. Then, I pulled a condom out of my pocket and ripped it open.
“You may think I fuck with your head,” I said, looking down at her as I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans, “but you don’t know what you’ve done to me all these years.”
I came down on top of her, forcing her legs apart as I pushed her arms back over her head and held her down with one hand.
Rolling the condom on, I dragged my cock up and down her wet slit, finding her hot entrance.
I breathed hard, whispering over her lips. “You don’t know.”
And I thrust my hips, sliding my cock inside of her tight *.
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
I leaned down, holding my body flush with hers as I slid out and back in again, picking up pace.
“You’re so fucking hot inside,” I growled, taking her lips and kissing her deep and hard. Her tongue brushed mine, sending a jolt straight to my cock.
So fucking tight. I slid my hand underneath her ass, holding her in place as I drove her into the dirt and fucked her.
“Goddamn,” I gasped out, thrusting my hips again and again and again, pounding into her harder and faster.
Her tits bounced back and forth as I slammed into her, burying my cock up to the hilt every time.
She whimpered, her moans getting louder and louder, and I felt her clench around my cock, squeezing me like a steel band.
My abs tightened, feeling my blood rush to my groin and the heat build in my dick.
“Rika, fuck,” I groaned. I was coming.
Leaning my head down into her neck, I kept pounding her as I spoke in her ear. “Come on, you little slut,” I growled low. “You’re such a good fuck. Spread those legs for me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, sucked in a breath, and threw her head back, my dirty words sending her over the edge.
“Oh, Michael. Oh, God!” she cried out, stilling as I thrusted harder and harder.
I squeezed her ass in my hand and pinched her jaw between my teeth. “Goddamn, Rika. So fucking good.”
Leaning up, I watched her beautiful face as I dived inside of her wet heat over and over again. A blush spread across her cheeks, and she pinched her bottom lip between her teeth, enjoying every inch.
My dick swelled, and then I thrust one more time before pulling out of her, ripping off the condom, and taking my cock in my hand, stroking it up and down until I spilled.
My cum shot out, falling across her bare stomach and tits, and I tightened my abs, the pleasure too much.
I’d never seen anything so fucking hot.
Every muscle in my body warmed, and the fucking release went to my head and filled every inch of my skin.
I tried to catch my breath and sat back on my heels, tucking my cock back in my jeans.
But gazing down at her, I damn-near wanted to go again. Her hands were still bound above her head, her tits looked entirely too inviting, and her schoolgirl skirt was pushed up.
She blinked up at me, a small smile on her face. “Can we do that again?”
I reached over, grabbing my sweatshirt to clean her up, and laughing under my breath.
Such a little monster.
I SAT IN THE CHAIR NEXT TO THE BED, my elbows resting on the top of my knees as I leaned over, watching her sleep. Deathbeds by Bring Me the Horizon played softly from the iPod on the nightstand, and I balled one of my fists inside the other, last night playing over and over in my head.
She’d passed out in the car on the way home from the catacombs, and I brought her in, undressed her, and put her in my bed.
Why had I put her in my bed?
Her leg peeked out of the gray sheets she was wrapped up in as she laid on her stomach with her head facing me. Her hair was all over the pillow and covering her eyes as her naked form lay silent and unmoving, only the small rise and fall of her body telling me that she was breathing.
She was worn out. It made sense. She’d been through the ringer last night.