Page 190 of Sorrow & Strangers

“Look at you, choking on my cock. Fuck, so sexy,” I praise, as she gags.

Her nails dig into my hips, keeping hold of me. As if I would go anywhere with her mouth on my cock. I smirk wickedly and pull back, giving her a moment to take a few deep breaths before thrusting deep. My pace is brutal, and I know it, holding her head still as I use her mouth as I please. Through it all, her eyes remain locked with mine, sucking when she can and gagging when I force myself deep, but she never asks me to stop, needing more, like she always has. Her hips move relentlessly as I fuck her mouth, sweat slicking her gorgeous skin as she chases her orgasm, searching for relief, desperate for it.

“You want to taste me, princess? You want to swallow me down?” I purr, reaching down with my free hand to brush away the tears sliding down her cheeks.

No doubt if I tried to pull my cock away and allow her to breathe, she’d latch back onto me like a vampire desperate for blood. Just the thought makes my balls twitch, my cock turning even harder in her throat. Her eyes sparkle with lust, and I hold her still as I shoot down her throat. She gags, the convulsions milking my cock, pulling more cum from my aching balls, and Summer, my brilliant, beautiful girl, swallows every drop greedily, desperate for it.

I pull my cock from her mouth with a pop, and she licks her lips, making sure to claim every bit of her reward. Panting, I stare at her with a mixture of awe and desperation. She keens softly and presses her soaked pussy against my thigh, the liquid heat of her need practically dripping down my muscles.

I pull her up my body and twist, tossing her onto her back and pinning her before settling between her legs. “Finally, I get to taste you.”

She looks down at me, her entire body quivering, and the blue of her eyes are nothing but a shimmering ring around her blown pupils. I can smell the sweetness of her arousal, and I slide forward, eager to taste her cunt, but she yanks my hair hard, pulling my head back.

I snarl up at her, my hands digging into her thighs, bruising her.

She fucking dares to stop me right now?

“Stranger . . . wait,” she says breathlessly.

Wait? Wait?! I can see every glorious, glistening inch of her pussy. She is so wet and ready, and she smells so fucking good. I am starving, and she is a feast laid out before me, just waiting for me to taste her, and she wants me to fucking wait?!

I bite her inner thigh hard, sinking my teeth in deep, purposely marking her.

“Wait?”

She twists beneath me and tries to close her legs as more slick pours from her center, taunting and tempting me. “We shouldn’t do this.” She swallows as if the words taste bad in her mouth. “Not . . . yet.”

“Why?” I groan and hold her legs open, wedging my shoulders between her thighs so she can’t close off.

She exhales a shaky breath, obviously struggling as much as I am. “I just, a lot has happened in a really short time, and I-I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.”

Fuck.

I relax my hold on her legs and curse myself, but slide up her body, hovering over her. “You didn’t seem overwhelmed when gagging on my cock a second ago.”

Her eyes darken, sparkling a little. My fucking brat. “I was overwhelmed with need, and I still am. I just think that I need to slow this down a little.”

She means she wants me at arm’s length again.

Stupid. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. I shift to lie next to her, panting and staring at the ceiling. My chest grows tight as I wait in silence, expecting some vitriol, accusations, or anger. I wait for her to say something that will ruin this, creating the distance she wants. I brace for it, for the pain I know is coming, and I know it will be so much worse after having a taste of what could be between us. But she surprises me by turning and climbing on top of me. Straddling my body, she stacks her hands on my chest and rests her chin on them, staring up at me. My heart slams at the unexpected move from her, and I pull the silk sheet over us, making sure to keep her balanced on top of me.

“You’re staring at me,” I say, gently brushing her hair behind one of her pointed ears, watching the way it twitches at the slightest caress of my fingers.

She flushes, her eyes darting away. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t want you to stop,” I say, and her eyes find their way back to mine.

“I know you have questions,” she says, sliding her fingers over my chest, unknowingly tracing one of the flesh runes carved into my skin under the glamour.

I do, and it’s probably best to ask them now. It will be a good distraction so I won’t think about how I didn’t get to taste her.

“How do you feel, knowing I disposed of him?” I ask, watching carefully for her response. I would have said that she wasn’t afraid of me from the way she lunged at me, but now, after she pulled back rather than let me taste her, I’m not sure. This is completely new territory for me. I’ve never been in a situation like this.

“Honestly?” she whispers, her eyes focusing on the designs she’s drawing on my chest. “It turned me on.”

I choke on a laugh. She has such a unique way of torturing me. “I deduced that when you jumped me. I meant, do you feel relieved?”

Do you feel freer knowing the only monster in the dark is me?