Page 92 of Doomed

“Damn right.” I circle her clit faster, feeling her tighten around me. “Now come for me. Right fucking now.”

She shatters beneath me, her back arching off the bed as she screams my name. Her walls clamp down on my cock, milking me, begging for my release.

Every muscle tenses as the need becomes unbearable. With one final thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and explode inside her, filling her with my cum.

“I want your hungry little cunt to take every fucking drop,” I groan, grinding against her to make sure I’m as deep as possible. “I fucking love breeding this perfect pussy.”

We collapse together, my weight pressing her into the mattress. I should move, give her room to breathe, but I can’t bear to separate from her yet. We lie there, my cock pulsing inside her, our chests heaving in unison.

Minutes pass before I finally roll to my side, keeping her tucked against me, our bodies connected.

“Come home with me,” I murmur against her hair. Not a question—never a question with me—but softer than my usual demands.

She traces patterns on my chest, her fingertip dancing over my skin. “To your place?”

“Pack your stuff. I’m not done with you yet.” I nip at her earlobe. “Not by a long shot.”

A smile curves her lips. “Okay.”

An hour later, we’re loading boxes into the car I called. I can’t keep my hands off her. Every time she bends to pick something up, I’m there, pressing against her, reminding her who she belongs to.

“Knox!” she laughs as I pin her against the wall, my hand sliding under her shirt. “We’ll never finish at this rate.”

“Don’t care,” I growl, spinning her around to claim her mouth.

I press her up against the wall, my mouth hot on her neck. She squirms, half-heartedly pushing at my shoulders.

“The driver’s waiting,” she protests. Her nipples are hard points against my chest, her breath coming in little gasps.

“Let him wait.” I drop to my knees, tugging at her leggings. “Need to taste you again.”

“Knox, we can’t?—”

I yank her leggings down to her ankles in one rough movement. “Put your hands on that box.” I nod toward a half-packed cardboard box nearby.

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t argue. She bends forward, placing her palms flat on the box, her ass perfectly presented to me.

“Fucking beautiful,” I growl, spreading her legs as far as the bunched leggings will allow. Her pussy is already glistening, swollen, and pink from our earlier activities. “Still wet for me.”

I lean in, dragging my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick. She tastes like us—like my cum and her sweetness mixed together. Filthy and perfect.

“Oh god,” she whimpers, her fingers curling into the cardboard.

“Hold still,” I command, gripping her thighs. “Don’t you dare move.”

I devour her like a starving man, my tongue circling her clit before plunging inside her. Her thighs tremble against my hands, but she stays in position, bent over the box like I ordered.

My phone buzzes in my pocket—probably the driver wondering what’s taking so long. I ignore it, focusing on the way Bianca’s breathing hitches when I suck her clit between my lips.

“Knox,” she moans, her voice breaking. “The driver?—”

“Fuck the driver.” I slip two fingers inside her, curling them forward as I continue lapping at her clit. “Just come on my tongue like a good girl.”

She falls apart almost instantly, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she floods my mouth with her release. I lap it all up, drinking her down while she bites her lip to keep from screaming.

I pull Bianca up from her bent position, steadying her as she wobbles slightly on her feet. Her face is flushed, lips parted, eyeshazy with pleasure. Fuck, she’s beautiful like this—completely wrecked from my mouth.

“Pull your leggings up, baby,” I murmur, my voice gruff as I wipe her wetness from my chin. “We’ve got places to be.”