Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses #3)(69)

This time, when I feed myself back into her, I push until I’m in her throat. Her mouth brushes my pelvis, and fuck it feels so bloody good. She swallows around me, her muscles waxing and waning along my shaft, and I have to fist the headboard to keep from collapsing.

“Jesus,” I snarl, my jaw clenching tight. “You look absolutely devastating with a cock in your throat. Such a pretty little slut.”

Hollowing out her cheeks, she swings her pretty green eyes up, seeking mine. I stare down at her from between my biceps, my hips pistoning of their own accord. Fucking her throat in earnest while she lies there enduring it.

Perhaps enduring isn’t the right word, because her gaze is feverish, and there’s an urgency in her permittance. Like she’s allowing me this edge because she wants what’s to come after.

Pun intended.

Desire curls up around my spine like smoke, and my bollocks begin seizing. Threatening release.

I feel it cresting and my eyes fall closed, waiting for it to barrel through, but then I’m gritting my teeth and grunting, forcing it away at the last second as I rip myself from her mouth.

Her chest heaves, and she blinks rapidly. “What the hell?”

Chuckling, I shuffle backward, dragging the underside of my cock through the pool of glistening spit that she’s covered in. Smearing it over her tits, I scale the rest of the way down her body until I’m back between her legs.

One of my hands grabs her hip, and in the next second, I’m flipping her onto her belly. She shrieks and tries to catch herself on her elbows, but the tie gets shorter in this new position, making movement awkward.

Yanking so she’s bent in half with her lush arse in the air, I bring the flat of my palm down on the underside of one cheek.

“Ow—oh,” she grunts, changing her tone when I smooth over the site, soothing her inflamed skin.

“Pink is a good color on you,” I say, dipping my fingers into her cunt and curling against her inner walls. “But I do think I prefer red.”

The next spank is met with a stuttered gasp, and Lenny turns her face into the comforter with a sob. Her knuckles go white as she grips the tie, and I land another series of slaps to her flesh, reveling in the light outline of my hand as it welts.

“You’re so close, love,” I say, driving deeper as her walls begin spasming, chasing the high of imminent release.

“So close. Oh, god, Jonas, that’s—”

“Don’t do it yet, puppet. Not until I’m inside you.”

“Fuck, I can’t… I’m…”

A horrific groan tears from her lungs as I quickly remove my fingers and position myself behind her. Pressing my hand into her lower back, I angle her arse at a perfect level and kick her knees farther apart.

She’s dripping when I fit my cock against her opening, the glistening crescent shape of her upside-down cunt making me harden to a point of pain.

“Say please, puppet.”

Her whimper is broken. “Jonas.”

“Say it. Use your words and tell me exactly what you want.”

Shifting, she rubs herself against me, wetting the tip with her arousal. She drops her voice, desperation coloring her tone, and glances over her shoulder. “I want your cock. Please. It’s so big and I want to be so fu—”

Something primal and animalistic takes over me, and before she’s even finished begging me to fill her, I do it, plunging in to the hilt in a single thrust.

Lenny clamps down around the intrusion, almost as if she’s trying to push me back out, but I dig my nails into her hips and stay put, letting her get used to me.

“Holy shit.” A strangled sound comes from her.

Focusing on a spot on the wall above the bed, I flare my nostrils, trying not to move. Even when she relaxes slightly, the vise grip on my cock melting into something soft and manageable, I remain still.

After a moment, she pushes back. Wiggles around a bit. “Jonas?”

I let out a breath. “Yes?”

“Are… are you okay?”

My fingers tighten on her skin, little patches of red sprouting beneath my touch. I don’t know how to tell her that she feels like fucking heaven, sending waves of euphoria spiraling through my chest.

At the same time, she’s hell, too; wicked, delicious sin crafted especially for my taste buds and served on a silver fucking platter.

Glancing down, I pull my hips back a bit and then snap them forward, watching my cock disappear into her.

“Perfect,” I say, in lieu of an answer, because how can I explain it? As I saw in and out, my pace gradually picking up as the imminent need for release subsides, I realize I’ve never fucked anyone before and had it feel like this.

Like she could save me or condemn me, and the entire fate of my soul rests in her hands.

Or, cunt, I suppose, depending on how you look at it.

“Fuck.” Her word is a whisper, puffing out between salacious grunts as I begin fucking her faster. “Oh, god, don’t stop.”

Sweat beads along my hairline and a tendril of it swoops into my eye. My hands grow clammy, slipping as I try to hang on, riding her like a broodmare. Each thrust draws a different gasp from her, saturated in raw lust and tears.

Bloody hell, she’s a mess.

That shouldn’t do it for me, but there’s something alluring about the fact that she’s so far gone, so lost to the throes of pleasure, that such a basal instinct takes over. It’s as if her body doesn’t know how else to react, so it defaults to tears and spit and sweat, and soon Lenny’s sobbing into her bindings, begging me to come.