As he shucked his constraining pants and kicked them aside, Brea propped herself up on her elbows and stared, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open. How should he interpret that fucking expression? She gaped as if she’d never seen a man’s cock, but she must have. She’d been with Cutter for years, and he was no monk.
“Pretty girl?” He knelt on the bed and leaned over her.
She jerked her stare to his face, blinked, then dragged him down for a drugging kiss. “I’m here. Yes. Hurry.”
No fucking way he would deny her anything.
As he crushed her swollen lips beneath his, One-Mile tore into the button at the waist of her shorts. Next, he yanked down her zipper. He tugged the denim and her underwear away all at once, jerking them down her thighs. Later, he’d take a gander at whatever pretty, lacy shit she’d worn that would undoubtedly tempt the hell out of him. Right now… He dropped his stare to the one place on her body that would no doubt seduce him most.
Oh, sweet pussy.
Soft and pink, hiding shyly behind a tuft of dark hair. And so fucking wet.
His mouth watered, and he dropped between her legs, bending them, then tossing them over his shoulders as quickly as he could. “I’m so fucking hungry.”
“Pierce…oh—”
She stopped talking the instant he filled his mouth with her succulent flesh. The tart-sweet flavor of her teased his tongue as he explored her folds and valleys. She was lush and ripe—like a fucking fantasy. He ate at her ravenously, wondering if he’d ever get enough.
Under him, she cried out, head thrashing from side to side. Her thighs suddenly tightened around his head. Her fingers thrust into his hair as she began scratching at his scalp. Her little moans became high-pitched pleas that reverberated in his ears and messed with his restraint.
Fuck, he loved heaping pleasure on her.
One-Mile pushed her thighs wider, dragged his tongue up her center again, and let out a gruff groan as she gushed into his mouth. The clit he took between his lips was engorged and hard as hell. God, he’d love to mouth-fuck her half the night, but she wasn’t going to last. And neither was his nagging cock. If he didn’t get inside Brea soon, the fucker would drill a hole in his mattress to find relief.
Under his insistent tongue, her hips wriggled. Her harsh breaths filled the room. Her cries grew louder. He could fucking smell her—under his nose, on his lips, all over his sheets. It made him hungrier. Fair or not, he demanded more from her.
Reluctantly, he released her thighs to clamp his fingers around her hips so he could use his grip to press her onto his tongue. Every fucking time he lapped her up, she gave him more sweet cream. She was making him crazy. Goddamn hysterically insane. He was always in control, always aware of everyone and everything around him, threats assessed, escape routes mapped. Right now, his fucking house could burn down but he wouldn’t give a shit about that or the danger until she fucking came on his tongue.
When her clit swelled even more and began to quiver as it turned to steel, One-Mile knew he had her.
Yeah. Oh, fuck, yeah. Give. It. To. Me.
As if she read his mind, Brea did, exploding with her next gasping breath as she stiffened and tossed her head back with an ear-piercing scream that made her entire body quiver and jolt.
Into his mouth, she pulsed and flowed. He plunged his tongue into her so he could feel the hard clamp of her body throbbing with the ecstasy he gave her.
He licked her through the pinnacle, making sure she rode every euphoric moment that twisted on and on until her body went limp, leaving Brea to gulp in recovering breaths of air. Smiling, One-Mile licked his lips as he climbed up her body.
Slowly, her lashes fluttered open. She blinked up at him, her eyes so golden they looked molten. Her stare was like a battering ram to his solar plexus. With just a look, she staggered him, knocked the breath from him.
Bullshit. She destroyed him.
“You good?” he managed to get out.
Her lips curled into a little smile. “Ahhhmazing. Can you make me feel like that again?”
He was already on fire, but her words poured gasoline over the blaze. Fuck waiting another second. “Right now, pretty girl. Right the fuck now.”
His entire body buzzed with need as he took his cock in hand and fit it against her snug opening. He stared, forcing her wide eyes to meet his as he began to rock and thrust inside her, slowly shoving his tip past her swollen flesh.
Jesus, she was so fucking tight.
One-Mile eased out, rooted to her opening again, then pushed harder. She gasped in a catch of breath that had him freezing in place. She sounded as if she was in pain. He would have sworn he felt something inside her give way—almost as if it…broke.