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CHAPTER EIGHT
STALLION
“Answer me,” I demand as her body stills under me.
Her heartbeat throbs under my hold. I try to focus on it, hoping it will help calm my need to claim her—to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless. I want the buildup. I want the tension. I want to tease her, and that alone lets me know this is more dangerous than I thought, but if I can’t be close to my brother, I’ll take the next best thing.
Granted, I didn’t know it was her the first night we met up, but it was a happy little surprise I wasn’t going to complain about.
“I want to stay,” she finally replies.
She presses her back against the door, then slides down it until she hits the floor. Her copper eyes stay fixed on mine the entire way down. Moving to her knees, she reaches for my belt buckle.
I stare down on her as she finally undoes it, then pops open my button and pulls the zipper. She tugs my pants with force, still keeping her eyes on me. When she pulls my boxers down and my cock springs free, I let my head loll back for a moment.
It isn’t until I feel her warm tongue skate across my shaft that I peer back down on her. Her brown eyes are hooded and full of mischief. She opens her mouth as wide as it can go, then slides her lips over me. I immediately shudder and plant my hands on the door.
I should let her go—force her to run away from me and not chase her—but I can’t. “That’s a good girl,” I praise, and it spurs her on.
She moves faster, taking me deeper until I feel the head of my dick hit the back of her throat. I’ve never been one to believe in God, but fuck, this is what I imagine my own personal heaven to be like. Or maybe it would be hell because this girl has got the devil inside of her. I can see it in her eyes and feel it on her flesh. Nothing about this bombshell screams sweet and innocent. It’s all dark, feisty, and fucking filthy in the best way.
I move my hands from the door and gather her hair. I hold it snugly as she continues working me with her mouth. Her gags fill the air, and it’s music to my ears. Normally, the only sounds I have echoing in my mind are those of death. People taking their last breaths, gunshots, bloody gurgles. But with her, I get to hear groans and gags from pleasuring me and screams from her own ecstasy.
“You’re doing so good.” She smiles around my cock as tears form in her eyes.
I give one last thrust, holding her head steady, before removing myself and crouching to the floor with her. With my hand still in her hair, I press my lips to hers. This kiss isn’t slow or sweet. It’s fast and sloppy with spit and crashing teeth.
“I need you, Stallion.” Need, not want. She whispers it like a prayer between our bitter kisses, like she’s too scared to say it.
I want to tell her who I am and give her my name just so I can hear her scream it instead of the stupid one I use online, but I have more self-control than that.
I pull her to her feet as I stand. Walking backward, I drag her with me until we hit the bed. I fall back and pull her on top of me. “Show me. Show me how badly you need me.”
She pulls her dress even higher, letting it bunch around her hips. I kick my shoes off, then my pants, and pull my shirt over my head and off. I reach down and grab the elastic of her panties and rip it before moving to the other side and doing the same. When she raises to pull them from under her, I take the opportunity to move my hands under her ass. I thrust her up until her pussy is lined up with my mouth.
I drag my tongue against her folds, letting the taste of her arousal coat my tongue, and she shudders. Groaning, I squeeze her ass cheeks in my hands and urge her to ride my face. She grabs the top of the bedframe, bracing herself, then moves her hips back and forth. Every time I make it to her clit, I suck a little harder, and I swear her pussy gets hotter. I can feel the need. I can smell it. And all it does is make me want to give it to her.
I let her stroke her pussy across my tongue until I can’t take it anymore. I move my hands to the small of her back and roll, placing her on her back. I grab the back of her thighs and raise them high in the air before spreading her even wider. When I drop my hands, she stays in that position. I use one hand and to run my fingers over her glistening heat as the other slips a finger inside of her.
I spread with my middle finger and thumb to stare at her soft, pink pussy, then use my pointer to stroke her softly, as the one from my other hand pumps into her. When I move back to her clit, I massage it, then insert another finger. She moans and pushes herself further into the bed.
“Tell me how good it feels, baby,” I whisper and kiss the inside of her thigh.
She squeezes her eyes shut and grips the bed harder. “So good.”
I smile and continue. I push another finger inside, letting her pussy swallow my pointer, middle, and ring finger to the knuckles. As I thrust them in and out of her, I lean down and suck her clit. She bucks under me, matching the rhythm of my pumps.
Her legs start to shake, and I know she’s about to come, but I refuse to let that happen without me inside of her, and I don’t mean my fingers. I withdraw and look up at her. “Breathe.” She nods, her chest rising and falling swiftly. “I don’t want you to come yet.”
She looks disappointed, but it quickly disappears as I crawl up her body. I keep her legs in the air and position them on my shoulders. Her ankles cross behind my head, and the heels from her shoes bite into my skin. I line myself up with her, then tease her entrance, only giving her the head of my dick.
“Please,” she pleads.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
I smile down on her and place one hand on the side of her thigh and move the other to her throat. “Good girl.”
