My Darling Arrow (St. Mary's Rebels 1)

One of his knees is on the bed and his hand has clasped the back of my neck, making me look up and into his eyes.

“I was going to go easy on you,” he tells me, his fingers squeezing my neck. “Because this is your first time. But you flashed me this cunt.” His other hand comes to grab it and I jerk at the first contact of his fingers with my most intimate flesh.

With my most intimate and horny flesh.

“And I thought I could handle it. I thought I could handle looking at your pussy that pouts for me but I was wrong. I can’t.” He squeezes my neck again as he dips his finger in the center of my slit, making me bite back a moan. “I can’t handle how ripe this feels.” He stops at ‘this’ and slathers his palm with my wetness. “You feel that? You feel how juicy you are, Salem? So fucking hot and swollen, ready for me to take a bite.” He bares his teeth at that and his thumb hits my clit as if pointing out where he’ll bite me.

“And I’m going to, you understand? I’m going to eat that peach between your legs in a second. But I want you to know that I’m not myself. I’m not… sane. I need you to know that. I need you to know that I was going to go easy but I can’t now. Now,” he says, clenching his teeth, “I’m going to destroy your pussy. I’m going to fucking trash it and hurt her so good and in so many ways that you can’t even begin to imagine. So if you want to back out, this is your last chance.”

Is he crazy?

I’m not backing out. There’s no way that I’ll ever back out. In fact, I let go of my skirt and grab his naked shoulders, feminine pride bursting in me.

So, so much pride and love and lust.

“I don’t wanna. Just…” I whisper.

“What?”

“Will you kiss me when you hurt my pussy?”

He grinds his jaw in response before he captures my mouth.

That’s when I lose myself too. That’s when I become insane like him.

That’s when I lose my heart and my soul and I become his fuck doll.

So when he breaks off the kiss to take off my t-shirt, I simply raise my arms and let him. When he pushes me on the bed, I spread my legs to accommodate him, the girth of his shoulders. When he moves down my body, I fist his sun-struck hair and arch my back.

And when he licks me right at the center of my pussy, I moan.

I moan and moan as if I’ve been electrocuted.

By his hot, scorching tongue and his hands that hold my legs open for him.

For him to eat me.

To eat the pouty lips of my pussy, and that virgin hole that’s never known anything other than my own fingers.

But now I know his tongue.

I know that his lips can suck on my flesh until I’m dying, and his tongue can circle the hole over and over until I’m screaming and writhing for him. I know that when he does all of that, he makes a sound.

A slurping sound.

A gulp as if he’s drinking something delicious.

He’s drinking me and he moves his head when he does it. He groans too as if I’m the tastiest thing he’s ever swallowed, and he follows that groan with a lash on my clit.

He taps on it with his tongue and he bites it lightly with his teeth.

The bite is what does it.

That is what makes me break. A tiny little prick of his teeth on my clit and everything tight, tight, tight inside of me unravels.

The fist that was beginning to form in my lower belly opens up and I jerk and arch, coming into his mouth. My ass comes off the bed and he grabs my cheeks and tips me up.

He tilts up my pelvis and when I open my eyes, I find him drinking at my cunt.

I find him slurping and groaning, his dirty blond head buried and bent over my core, his hands plumping up my ass.

Just when I think I’ll lose my mind even more at the erotic, hungry picture he makes, he lifts his head and I see that his jaw is covered in my cum and his eyes are bright with lust.

Licking his lips, he settles me down and I almost dissolve on the rumpled white sheets.

Especially when he climbs off the bed and begins to unbutton his jeans.

He does it all with tight, jerky movements, as if he’s at the end of his rope and he hates everything that’s keeping him away from me.

Even his jeans.

I can totally believe that. I can totally believe that he hates his jeans right now because God, the thing that they were confining was his dick.