Millions (Dollar 5)

I let her tug my t-shirt over my head then groaned as she fell to her knees, and unbuckled my belt with deft fingers.

She didn’t give me time to think as she pulled my shorts and boxer-briefs down. Releasing my pounding erection, she seamlessly inserted me into her hot mouth.

I bowed over her, my sense of balance stolen at the first lash of her delicious tongue.

Sinking fingers into her hair, I swayed on my feet, my eyes snapping closed, my muscles locking in delirium. “Fuck, Pim.”

She sank deeper, taking my length, somehow scrambling every thought I had left. Shouldn’t I be doing this to her? Wasn’t tonight about her, not me?

Somewhere deep inside, I had the strength to pull away and scoop her into my arms. “Tonight isn’t about me, Pim.”

She shivered, breaking out in goosebumps as I placed her on the bed and kicked away the rest of my clothing. “I want to do such bad things to you, but I’m going to settle for torturing you first.”

She gasped as I copied her and fell to my knees. Ignoring flares of residual pain and forcing my cock to behave, I grabbed her thighs, sank my fingers deep into her skin, and pulled her toward the edge of the mattress.

The moment she was close enough, I locked my mouth around her pussy.

She cried out, her hands fisting the covers, her head lashing to the side. I placed a heavy hand on her belly to keep her down as she wriggled away from the intensity.

I growled a warning as I inserted my tongue into her. She was the one who’d directed how tonight would go. She’d jumped straight into forceful foreplay. No sly looks or shy touches.

I’d been willing to drag out tonight—to take my time adoring her.

But no…she’d sucked me as if she’d wanted me rock hard and ready to enter her that very fucking moment.

It’s my turn.

If she wanted me ready to break, then I wanted her ready to shatter.

I licked and nuzzled her, forcing her to switch from wet to drenched, from needy to downright dirty with begging.

“Elder…damn it, El.” Her back arched as I pierced her with two fingers, nipping at her clit.

I wanted to bite her everywhere.

I wanted to consume and mark and eat her in a way that turned her into a meal rather than a woman to worship. My lust became tainted with something powerful and violent, annihilating my self-control.

I loved her.

But right now, I wanted to punish her for making me love her so much. For making me worry about her leaving me. About making me want her with every fucking part of me.

I wanted to marry her.

But before I did that, I wanted to destroy her.

But no matter how I tried to punish her with pleasure, no matter how deep I drove my tongue or fought for the cries of her climax, I loved her.

I burned with it.

I suffocated with it.

I couldn’t stop myself from launching upright and yanking her off the bed.

The thick carpet cradled her as I pressed her onto the floor.

Her fingers latched around my hips as I spread her legs and squeezed her perfect breasts.

My eyes hazed red with lust. “I-I can’t be gentle.”

It fucked me off that that was true.

I’d avoided her for a month so I could be gentle. So I could give her kindness and softness and romance.

But here we were, her bucking beneath me, mouth wide, eyes wild, and her body begging me to fuck her.

Her fingers latched around my cock, jerking me forward until I fell over her, only millimetres away from being inside her.

My stomach flipped as the first slick of hot wetness hit my crown.

“Do it. I’ve wanted you to do it for weeks.”

I crashed over her, capturing her dirty mouth and thrusting into her as hard as I could.

She screamed. I groaned. We both swore equally into the wicked hot kiss.

Our tongues fought as we kissed wider, deeper. My cock did its best to climb inside her with every thrust.

Her nipples pressed tight against my chest as I thrust again, belly to belly, not caring my weight pinned her to the carpet or her legs tangled over my ass, ankles locking to grant leverage to drive herself up while I rocked down.

We clashed together, again and again. Her eyes dark and gleaming; her lips wet and glistening.

The soft light from my desk painted her skin in a golden patina, showing every silver lash of every scar she’d earned before I’d found her.

Something primal tore through me as I bit her throat and licked at every scar. I wanted to erase them so I could brand her with new ones. I wanted to delete any hardship so I could be the reason she bruised—bruised from being loved so damn much.

I surged harder into her, already feeling the hot tearing warning of an orgasm.