Page 87 of Dipped in Red


Font Size:  

His tongue is like a lasso that doesn’t miss any of my spots. Each time he pressurizes it against my walls, another wave of pleasure washes over me. My legs start to shiver, and when he pulls away, I fall onto my knees – knocking hangers all over the place. God forbid someone walks by.

He gently flips me around, then pushes me backward so my ass is on the mini-safe in the corner. When he leans in to give me a soft, sensual kiss, my legs go even weaker.

What is he doing?

His hands position my hips so my slit is on the crease of the safe. He rocks me slowly, using it as a plaything… and it’s working.

“What the fuck, wolf?” I say through a gasp.

He doesn’t respond. Instead, while rocking me, he dips his face down and licks up the snail trail I left behind.

“You’re a sick fuck.” This reminds me of the unloaded gun he used on our first night, and I sink into the sensation of getting off to a piece of metal on a hotel floor.

“We’re both a little twisted, aren’t we?” He stands hunched so not to hit his head on the hanger pole, then whips out his enormous hard cock. It looks dangerous in the amber light. I want it in all of me. I suck it just to get it wet, then open my legs in the awkward space, yearning to have him stretch me again.

“No, no, no. That baby is growing in there.” He flips me so I’m facing inside the closet again. I use the safe to prop myself up and turn back to look at him in shock.

“What do you mea—” I clasp the metal hard when the tip of his cock teases a hole that hasn’t been tested beyond his pinky. He takes his time as I relax into it, easing himself in and out until the first girthy inches slide smoothly. I moan hard against lightning bolts of pain wrapped with pleasure until all I can feel is ecstasy. “Lea—”

He takes it out and leans over me, nibbling at my ear. “Want me to stop?”

I can only grunt as I think about his question. It was sending ribbons of pleasure through me like I’d never felt before once I relaxed into it, and I’m not opposed to more. Apparently, a non-answer is yes in his sick mind, and I calm as he pushes into my ass again. Another inch squeezes in, sending my body back on the teeter totter of not knowing what to feel. A gentle finger rubbing my clit sends me over the edge, and a double sensation of pleasure starts to take hold of me.

I can’t help myself. He’s my wolf. “Fuck it,” I say, wincing while arching my back, and I push into him this time.

I peer over my shoulder, watching closely to make sure my pain is worth his pleasure.

It is.

His eyes roll to the back of his head as my ass swallows his cock. I can’t believe I’m doing this. It doesn’t quite fit. But then why am I reeling for another pump?

Another.

Another.

“Good little bitch,” he groans.

There it is. That demon I’ve been looking for.

It turns me on because I’m all sorts of fucked up, so I pound him harder until I slap against his pelvis. I’m going to be broken tonight. Gaping.

I love the way he looks in a suit. I love his hardened expression when he can’t control himself. I love that only I can do this to him. It makes me want the pain.

“Fuck me, wolf. Fuck me,” I moan, then feel my hair pulled so I’m staring at the dangling hangers. His fingers press on my clit a little harder, and I can’t believe it, but I imagine a cock in my mouth as he’s filling me from behind. What’s wrong with me?

I orgasm so hard I’m scratching my freshly painted nails against the walls.

“Damn.” I get one slow breath before he’s at me again. He must be right there, because usually he gives me a breather—

“Take it, Sia. Let me ruin you.”

“You already have,” I moan just for him.

When he cums, I feel all of his sperm shooting inside me, tickling my insides, making me drop from exhaustion.

Chapter 29

Leandro

Source: www.allfreenovel.com