Consent (The Loan Shark Duet 2)

His expression is approving even as he gives a small shake of his head. “Naughty, greedy girl. Did I tell you to suck my cock?”

Instead of replying, I gently rake my teeth over him.

He shivers. “We’ll take care of your punishment later. If you’re going to suck, do it like you mean it.”

I do. I curl my tongue around him and touch his length where my mouth doesn’t reach. Taking him as deep as I can, I urge him wordlessly to remove the last barrier between us, the point to where he hasn’t pushed me, yet. I need this. I want everything from him. I want him to understand he healed me, and that I’m willing to go anywhere for him. He pulls out and shoves back faster. I let him fuck my mouth like I’ve never done with any man, savoring every stroke he pushes into my mouth. I want to swallow for him. I want to choke and have my eyes water. I want him to take me all the way. Changing the angle of my head, I make him pierce my throat instead of my cheek. My reward is magnificent. His eyes grow large with a heated light, and his erection twitches in my mouth. He pushes harder and deeper, stretching my jaw to the limits.

“Breathe through your nose, baby.”

This is all the warning I get before he snips the final cord of self-control he’s always maintained while fucking my mouth. Gripping my head between his large hands, he holds me still and starts fucking my lips in all earnest. When I gag he pulls back, giving me only a brief reprieve before continuing his grueling pace. The way he uses me is so hot. I’m salivating around him, making disgusting noises in the back of my throat, and he loves it. Blinking away the moisture in my eyes, I focus on taking deep breaths through my nose.

“Look at me,” he grits out.

I lift my eyes to his, letting him see my smeared mascara and lipstick, laying my vulnerability at his feet.

“You love this, don’t you?”

I can only moan around him, feeling him tighten in the way he does before he comes. Instead of giving me his seed, he pulls out. I want his taste in my mouth, but he keeps his cock inches away from my face, taunting me.

Gently, he massages the joints of my jaw until the ache subsides, and then he folds his strong fingers around my throat and pushes my back to the floor, my legs bent under me. Resting his weight on one arm, he stretches out over my body and takes my lips in such a delicious and languorous kiss that my toes curl. While his tongue soothes my brutalized mouth, his hand explores my breast. He kneads the soft flesh between needy fingers, a bit too rough to be comfortable, until moisture coats my folds. Soft kisses land on my cheek, jaw, neck, and collarbone while he grips my nipple and pulls. The sting is delicious. His fingers trail over my stomach to my mound, lightly grazing my clit. We moan into each other’s mouths when the pad of his thumb slips through the wetness gathered there for him.

A soft nip on my bottom lip announces the end of the kiss. He pulls away a fraction to look at me. “I’m going to take everything you’ve got.”

I can barely manage a hoarse, “Yes.”

He lifts my arms above my head and arranges my hands with my palms showing up. “Keep them there.”

He moves down my body, kissing every inch of my skin until I writher in need. When he finally reaches my pubic bone, he doesn’t press his lips on my clit like I crave, but straightens my legs, relieving the pull of my muscles. Taking his time, he massages my thighs and calves. Just when my muscles start to relax, he pushes my legs open, exposing my pussy. He pulls my folds apart with his thumbs and sits back on his heels to study me.

“So pretty,” he muses. “So perfect.” He thrusts his middle finger inside, burying it up to the knuckle. “So tight.” A few hard pumps make my hips lift off the floor. “So wet.”

I whimper, needing more of that friction, but he removes his finger. A smile tugs at his lips at my protesting moan. His head lowers slowly until his tongue teases my clit, mercilessly gentle. I lift my hips, trying to make him take more, but am rewarded with a bite that sends a shard of pain through my clit. My cry bounces off the walls, a plea to stop and give more. Then he starts eating me in all earnest. His tongue, teeth, lips, and fingers are everywhere, until I can’t tell the nips of pain from the carnal pleasure. A finger eases into my ass, not carefully, but urgently, without holding back. I strain down to claim that feeling, making it mine as he fills me with everything but his cock. A few pumps and my release starts coiling, pulling my lower body tight. He growls with satisfaction as I come in his mouth, my pleasure exploding around his tongue and finger. My arousal coats his lips as he pulls away, giving me a possessive and victorious grin. I’m his, not only in this moment, but always. I want him to drive into me and fill me with the physical knowledge.