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Feels wrong not to lick around her clit, too, so I do.
Bristol loses the power of speech. It’s one sound after the other, most of them incoherent except for my name.
One more thing before I fuck her, if I can last that long.
What I need is on the bedside table. Lube. Bristol sees it in my hand and her hips buck. Jesus fucking Christ.
I slick up three fingers and lean over her on the bed, braced on one elbow.
“If I was a decent man, I’d go slow.” I find her tightest hole with those fingertips. Bristol tilts her chin up for a kiss. Akiss.My heart is going to break all my ribs. “But I’m not a decent man. I’m a monster, Bristol.”
I push my fingers inside, up to the knuckle. She tenses, resisting. “No. You’re not.”
Somehow, I’m the one with something to prove. My sweetheart corporate whore gasps, her hips circling, and manages to relax.
More of my fingers, deeper inside. I’m waiting for tears. Waiting for her to get up and get the hell out of here.
I get the tears, silver and salty on her face. But Bristol doesn’t run. She rocks her hips, trying to take my fingers deeper. What she gets for that is five hard strokes inside that tight hole, and that’s it. That’s as long as I can wait.
She arches on the bed while I strip off my pants and boxers, making absolutely no attempt to escape the pain, or the clamps. I free her from the nipple clamps first. Bristol puts her knuckles to her mouth and moans as blood rushes back in. She opens tear-filled eyes to look at me when my fingers brush over the clamp on her clit.
Her eyes get darker.
She still wants me.She still wants me.
I take the clamp off, drop it to the carpet, and tackle her. She slides across the comforter underneath me and finds my shoulder with her teeth, biting as hard as I did. There.There.It’s not me anymore. I hook a hand under her knee, spread her wide, and fill her up.
I can’t stop. I can’t slow down. There’s nothing but feral energy. I’m bottoming out, taking her to the limit of her body, but she just holds on, absorbing the shocks. I want to bite her. I have to. I get my teeth into her shoulder, marking, but—
No. What I want—
The first pillow I can reach goes under her hips, and I bury my face in her pussy. She’s a sweet, delicious mess, citrus and salt and Bristol. I want her on my tongue. All over my tongue. Her fingers curl in my hair. Fuck, that feels good. Hurts. I circle her hole with the tip of my tongue, then find her clit. I can’t hear a damn thing she’s saying. It’s just sound, filtered through flesh.
My name.
Will. Will. Will.
One flick of my tongue over her clit, and she’s wild. Two, and she’s fucking my face harder than I thought possible. Three, and she explodes, coming with a sob, pinning my face between her legs.
I have to fight off her wrists to climb over her. She’s still coming, still crying, when I pin her to the bed and fuck her like I’ve lost all control.
Which I have. None left. My vision goes dark, and I hunt for the pulse at the side of her neck, for the smell of her. Lick her there. Bite her there. Something squeezes at my chest and I can’t—stop—
“I would be gentle for you. I would try.” I hear myself say into a hazy dark. “I. Can’t.”
I can’t.
Her lips meet my jaw. She licks me, slow and gentle despite how I’m knocking the wind out of her,usingher, and it’s like she said it out loud—I’ll be the gentle one for you—and that’s the end, the end, the end.
I put my forehead against hers and rut into her, my hips grinding across her clit, and erupt. Can’t be careful. Don’t have to be. It’s okay. It’s hot inside her. Wet and tight. Marked her here, too.
The room turns over us. Or I turn over. I don’t know. It’s some time later when I can see again. Bristol’s curled up next to me, tracing circles on my chest. Up to the hollow of my neck. Over my jaw.
She’s being so soft.
“I loved that,” she murmurs.
“Stop.” My voice sounds muddled. Drunk. “I’m a monster.”
