Page 52 of Endless Anger (Monsters Within #1)

She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and my muscles tighten, apprehension lacing them.

It was a stupid, impulsive decision. Foxe got one that same night, after his last show, but when he got his removed via laser, I opted not to.

There was no removing the Wolfe in my life from the thread of my soul, so what was the point of removing this one from my body?

Now, though, it feels kind of stupid?—

Leaning in with her eyes hooded, Lucy runs her tongue over the bottom edge of the line work, maintaining eye contact with me as she licks a path to the top of the design.

My head drops back, hitting the wooden frame of the bed, my mouth falling open on a breathless moan.

Grinning, Lucy drags another swipe of her tongue, this time ending the motion with a bite of her own. She nips at the tattoo, sinking her teeth into me until my cock is fucking throbbing, hard as steel and probably as dangerous right now with how close she is to it.

“This is hot,” she murmurs against my inked skin, fluttering her lashes .

My chest feels heavy, arousal spinning a delicate web through my ribs, the vertebrae of my spine, my muscles. Everything is primed, raring to go, and when she comes up for my boxers, tugging them with her teeth, I almost black out from holding back.

Gripping the sheets, I pant when my cock bobs free, and Lucy’s eye level with it. Gingerly, she wraps her hand around the base, and the entire length jumps beneath her touch.

“Wait,” I manage, taking her by the wrist and yanking her up to me. The searing kiss I give her makes my head spin, and I urge her to flip around so she’s facing my legs.

“Um…” She hesitates, peering at me over her shoulder again.

I take one thigh and bring it over my hip so she’s straddling me backward, her glistening, swollen pussy on complete display.

“Is this not weird?” she asks softly, splaying her fingers on my thighs. “It’s so…intimate.”

“Not a thing weird about it, pup. Brace yourself, and feel free to correct if you need something different.” Grabbing her ass in both hands, I move in and lick, getting the first real taste of her wetness—that gentle, very slight flavor that men abandon their livelihoods for.

Lucy cries out, her head falling as I lap from clit to hole and then back, squeezing her cheeks and bringing her closer to me.

“ Fuck ,” she moans, her breath tickling the insides of my legs.

“We’re getting there.” I cover her pussy with my mouth, pushing the flat of my tongue against her seam and flicking the tip against her clit.

As soon as I start to press into her, she grabs hold of my cock, taking the crown between her lips.

Her hips writhe against my face, chasing friction and driving the motions to exactly where she needs them.

She pumps me with her fist and works her mouth over my crown, twisting her hand up the length.

It takes her a few moments to get the hang of it. She switches hands a few times, applying her thumb on the underside and pushing her tongue into the slit as if gauging every reaction I have. My thighs tremble, release drawing near with everything she does .

Maybe it isn’t supposed to be this good your first time. I don’t have a frame of reference, but considering how long we’ve both been waiting to do this to each other, I’m inclined to think that no manner of practice would’ve made a difference.

The connection, the need , is there. Everything is going to feel amazing as a result.

When she takes me deeper, I see a flash of blinding white light.

“There you go,” I praise once I’ve regained sight, noting how she quivers with the soft encouragement, gushing on my lips. “Suck me good, pup. Let me make a mess in your throat.”

Drool spills out as she retches, practically inhaling me.

I groan into her sopping, sensitive flesh. “Shit, Luce, you’re gonna make me?—”

She doesn’t let me finish, bringing the head of my cock to the back of her throat; she gags, her muscles contracting around the organ for a brief moment before she pulls back, letting her saliva slick all the way down, pooling against my pelvis and her fist.

Pleasure snakes its way through my veins, and I redouble my efforts, working my tongue in and out of her tight channel, drowning in the succulent taste.

Pulling back, I nip at her ass cheek, taking her flesh with my teeth and biting until she jolts from the pressure. A red mark sprouts immediately, and she sucks me faster as if to get back at me for it.

My dick throbs, my orgasm scraping against my insides as I do my best to withhold it. Drawing a finger through her arousal, I push slowly into her, lapping at her clit as a violent tremble rattles her entire body.

Her head pops off me when my digit curls in and up, and she tosses me a look over her shoulder, rocking into the motion while her hand continues pumping me, luring my own release in.

I cock an eyebrow, drinking in the sight of her flushed face, the strain lacing her brow. “You almost there?”

She nods, returning her mouth to my dick, her tongue sliding left and right as she dips her head .

“What else do you need?” I ask, the fingers on my free hand digging into her hip, leaving imprints there. This has to be good for her in case I don’t fucking last—ah, who am I kidding? There’s no way I’m lasting three seconds when I finally get to push inside her.

When it comes to Lucy Wolfe, my willpower is practically nonexistent.

“Could you…add another?” she asks, her pussy fluttering with the request.

I obey, widening the space between the two fingers. “Need me to stretch you out, huh? Gotta make sure I fit.”

She makes some unintelligible sound that I feel in my cock, and when I manage to wriggle a third digit inside, sucking her clit into my mouth as I massage her inner walls, she comes, spasming so hard around me that I almost lose circulation.

“Holy shit,” she says, her forehead dropping to my lap.

Giving her a few seconds to fall from the high of her climax, I wait until she relaxes slightly before withdrawing and then lift her hips off me, rolling her onto her back and yanking her to the middle of the twin bed.

“Wait!” Pressing her warm hands to my chest, she halts my movements. “You didn’t finish.”

“I’m probably three seconds away from impregnating your throat,” I grit out, crawling on top of her. “I need to have your pussy now .”

Dazed blue eyes blink up at me as I kneel, fitting myself between her parted thighs. Hunger pools in her irises when I drag the back of my hand over my mouth, licking the tips of my fingers and moaning at her sweet fucking flavor.

A crimson blush stains her cheeks, crawling down her neck and across her chest. My cock bobs, desperate to sink into her as I give it a rough tug.

I swallow, taking a second to admire the beauty in front of me: smooth, pale skin, perfect perky tits littered with my bite marks, the slight curve of her hips, and the sodden paradise between them.

Never in a million fucking years would I have imagined I’d be here .

Lucy lifts her chin, gnawing on her bottom lip. “You’re concentrating really hard, and it’s making me nervous.”

Smirking, I scoot forward, moving her thighs wider apart. Grabbing my cock just beneath the crown, I slowly drag it up her seam, collecting the slick moisture clinging to her flesh.

I hook a hand behind her knee, shifting again and moving closer. She starts to turn away, but I squeeze her leg, shaking my head. “No, pup. I want you to watch when I slide into you for the first time. When I claim you where no one else will ever be able to.”

Her mouth parts, but she nods, propping up on her elbows. I can’t look anywhere else, can’t make sure she’s with me, when the crown pushes in. Letting out a choked noise, I roll my neck, my throat constricting as her wet heat begins to envelop me.

Sweat drips from my forehead onto her stomach, and I drive in another inch. Then another. Putting pressure on her knee, I inhale, tearing my gaze from where we’re connected to check on her.

Agony shutters her eyes, and I freeze.

Shit . Is this hurting her?

I know it’s supposed to—or at least it just usually does—but I’d hoped the foreplay would’ve been sufficient.

Gritting my teeth, I exhale slowly, moving back. “Maybe we should?—”

“No!” She latches on to my forearms, halting my retreat. “I’m okay, really. It’s just… You’re a lot bigger than I imagined. It’s a tight fit, but it’s not terrible.”

“You imagined my dick, pup?”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever, pretty boy. Just put it in me already.”

“So bossy.” Adjusting my hips, I sink in a little more, losing myself in how warm and snug and unbelievably fucking soaked she is.

“That a problem for you?” She pushes the hair from my forehead, gasping when I finally bottom out in her, a tear immediately springing to one eye.

I bite back my own at the sensations rippling around me. I’m lightheaded just from the feel of her. “Not even a little. You can order me around whenever you want, and I’ll eat your pussy after as a thank-you.”

That makes her laugh, but then I shift slightly, cutting her off. She claws at my forearms, breathing hard through her nose.

Gritting my teeth, I stay as still as I possibly can, letting the instant gratification of filling her dissipate slowly.

“Asher…” she whispers, shivering as my hands glide up her sides.

“Is this okay?”

Lucy nods, and I hear her swallow. My fingertips burn where I touch her, my entire body on edge from having her here like this.

Where she belongs. Where she’s always belonged.

With me.

“Spread wider,” I instruct, pressing one thigh back so her knee is against the mattress. I glance down at where I’ve disappeared in her and strum a thumb over one of her puckered nipples. “God, look at that. Look how you open for me, taking me in like this is exactly what you were made to do.”

I don’t know what I’m saying; words just pour out of my mouth as I draw my hips back, testing out the motions of my thrusts. The first one hits her deep , and she chokes, her spine arching clear off the bed.