Page 55 of Tear Me Down (Descent to Darkness Trilogy #2)

“You’re going to enjoy this.” I start to lift his shirt up, caressing the ridges of his abdominal muscles and letting the touch heat my body.

“You're going to let me ravage you, and you're not going to press any buttons on this remote until you physically can’t stand it anymore.” I finally lift his shirt over his head and throw the material to the side before I lightly scratch down his chest, feeling my knees weaken as his body trembles beneath my touch. “Do you understand, my love?”

“Yes…” he complies as his chest starts to heave.

The desire coursing through his body is clear by the way his muscles tense and his neck strains, looking like a rubber band about to snap.

His hands grip onto my ass so harshly that I’m sure there will be bruises tomorrow, but a little pain can cause a lot of pleasure.

I move to his belt and unfasten it sluggishly, dragging the leather across his body before I toss it in the same direction as his shirt. As I drop to my knees, I pop the button on his pants and unzip them at a torturous pace, feeling proud of the way he trembles with every breath.

Deciding to tease him a little, I dip my hand into his pants, low enough to tease the area just before his cock.

My fingertips graze his base and shaft delicately, eliciting a small moan from deep within his chest, but I pull away, causing him to tense again.

As I start to pull his pants down, I lick along the dip of his abs, allowing the taste of him to rile me up.

His trembles slither their way through my tongue and throat, and my body responds. The warmth that spreads throughout brings full attention to the wetness between my thighs, and I can’t help but shift casually on my knees to put some much needed movement to my heat.

One final yank, and his jeans are down enough for his strained erection to spring free.

My mouth starts to water as it bounces up to slap against his stomach, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the swollen tip that’s glistening with precum.

He drops his head backward at the relief, and my body instantly catches fire—the tingling of arousal wracks my body from chest to core.

The ability to relieve him of his troubles so easily feels like a huge accomplishment, one that I wasn’t sure I could gain.

He has the weight of thousands of people on his shoulders, and I can alleviate that in an instant.

I’ve known that with the way he comes to me for comfort, and in the way he looks at me, but seeing it firsthand in such a raw and vulnerable manner is different.

Empowering. Finite, as if this power we have over one another could never be taken away, and with that alone, we can withstand anything that tears its way through.

I grab around the base of his large shaft and stroke it a few times to feel his velvety skin against my palm before I flatten my tongue against the underside of his cock.

We both instantly groan as I drag it upward and swirl around his tip, licking any evidence of the precum away.

The salty taste explodes in my mouth and leaves an trace of affirmation—one that confirms his flavor is one of legends, and it’s all mine to devour.

Cupping my tongue, I dive in, feeling his length enter my mouth inch by satisfying inch.

I pull back and dive back in, again and again, being sure to roll my tongue with my movements.

“F-fuck, baby…” He jerks up slightly and I can’t push down that gagging feeling this time.

I’m just thankful I don’t vomit on his lap, but I tread on, taking him as far down as I can as my hand continues to stroke his base.

“Good girl…that’s my good girl…” he whispers through pants and grips the edge of the bed, clearly struggling to hold on and resist reaching for that remote.

The revelation only pushes me forward, and I devour him with renewed fervor—taking him in faster and deeper, moaning as I feel him slide up and down my throat.

My own arousal builds as I continue my assault, my already hot body is now scorching, and I have to grip onto his thigh tighter to resist reaching down to pleasure myself.

I’m almost as desperate as he is to turn that vibrator on, but I’m doing this for him, and I’m determined to put his wants and needs before mine.

Keeping the ultimate control in his hands is what’s going to satisfy him the most.

We hear his phone start to vibrate, and I hear an aggravated growl release from his throat before he fists the back of my hair, pushing me lower onto his dick and making me gag once again.

He lets me up to drag in a breath, massaging the back of my head gently before I continue.

I start again by taking him just as deep, almost down to his base and back up again, determined now more than ever to keep the stress away.

After a few moments, his phone stops vibrating, only to start up again, and his body tenses.

Another frustrated growl escapes his mouth, and I look up at him, keeping my gaze locked on his as he fights the urge to throw the damn thing.

I watch him reach over and grab it, obviously losing the battle with his rage, but he pauses as he eyes the screen.

He shockingly answers, and I can see the reluctance on his face.

Any respectable fiancé would stop and let him take this obviously important call.

However.

I’m not reasonable right now, and my man’s pleasure is my top priority, no matter who that is on the phone.

“For Christ’s sake! What?” He shouts breathlessly at the phone.

“No… No…” I plunge myself onto him without warning, taking him as deep in my throat as possible, and swallow around him—forcing a groan from deep within his chest. I start to lift up, deciding to tease him for answering his phone in the first place, but he fists my hair and pushes me back down.

“Don’t you fucking stop…” he pants out, clearly talking to me.

His neck is elongated and taut, obviously teetering the edge of bliss.

He then shakes his head, as if being pulled back into the call.

“What? Nothing…” More deep and stalled breathing from him.

“F-fuck…” he tries to say quietly, obviously struggling to hold his composure as I push a growl through my throat, tickling the tip of his dick.

“ Fuck ! Fine, let them in, but for God’s sake keep them downstairs!

” He throws the phone across the room, causing it to ‘clunk’ against the wall, as he places his other hand behind my head as well—gripping me while his other hand tightens in my hair.

He begins thrusting into me, fucking my face and using me for his pleasure.

Tears sting my eyes and stream down my cheeks, intensifying the connection as I’m forced to take all of him with every pass.

I fight through the gagging as I rock my body with his thrusts, barely able to breathe, but trying anything to stimulate my aching core.

God, I love suffocating for him.

His pace becomes erratic, and his hips stutter with every movement.

“That’s it, little wolf. Swallow every drop,” he groans before he stiffens and bursts down my throat, the salty taste coating my tongue. I keep my pace as he comes, swallowing desperately to keep his cum from spilling out.

“You’re getting way too good at that,” he says through heavy breaths, and I slowly pull away from him, almost gasping for air through swollen lips before he’s on me again.

He yanks on my collar, forcefully bringing me back up to his level just before he attacks my mouth with his, tightening the hold of the collar on my neck every couple of seconds.

If he can taste himself on me, he must not mind, because he moans and pushes his tongue in deeper—obviously loving the mixture of us as much as I do.

I move to straddle him, but he surprises me by gripping my ass again and standing, suspending me in the air momentarily with little to no effort.

Then he turns abruptly and tosses me onto the bed, jerking the collar so I’m forced to look up at him as my ass hits the mattress.

His pupils are blown in the ravenous state I crave from him, and even though he just came down my throat, he’s already hard again—clearly as insatiable as ever.

Grabbing the remote I conveniently landed on, I tease him with it, moving it back and forth in front of his face in a taunting manner—clearly underestimating his needs tonight, but I suppose I’m a glutton for punishment.

Faster than I can register, he snatches it from me and flips me over onto my stomach, holding my head against the bed as he grabs and lifts me up by my hips, moving me around like a ragdoll.

His large hand raises, only to quickly come down on my ass, emitting a delicious sting that he quickly soothes away.

The lingering prick makes my core clench, and my need to be filled becomes all too apparent.

“We’re going to have to make this quick, but it sure as hell won’t be quiet. I want you to scream so loudly that it makes it past our soundproof walls.”

“Why quick?” I ask as I try to push back against him, and he finally presses the button, turning on the vibrator.

Electricity explodes through me, making me jolt and moan as my clit quickly pulses with the sensations.

His thick cock lines up with my core, circling my hole with teasing circles, eliciting a fluttering feeling as I try to push back again.

I’m getting borderline desperate, and with the added stimulation, I’m quickly realizing I wasn’t prepared for how damn hot this would be.

He then leans over me, brushing the shell of my ear with his lips and heavy breaths.

“Because the Andersons are downstairs.”

An alarm blares in my mind, and ice shoots through my veins, realizing that now he’s claimed me in front of his family, it’s time that he’s done it in front of mine.