Page 40 of The Ecstasy of Sin (Brutal Brotherhood #1)
The sounds pouring out of me intensify as the steady stroking of my clit pairs with the deep, powerful strokes of his cock in and out of my pussy. The white-hot pleasure coursing through my body is unlike anything I have ever known.
My hands reach up to grip his face, pulling his mouth to mine. He fucks my mouth with his tongue, mirroring the movements of his body, until I’m writhing and screaming beneath him .
The orgasm slams into me with a force that empties the breath from my lungs. My vision darkens, stars dancing across my eyes, as my entire body seizes under the riptide of my pleasure.
“Look at you coming all over my cock, taking me so perfectly,” he growls against my lips, his hips slamming into me. “Such a good fucking girl.”
My pussy spasms through the orgasm, squeezing him so tightly that he shudders from his efforts to hold on just a little while longer, devoted to fucking me relentlessly through the blinding waves of euphoria that crash into me over and over.
Just when I think I may pass out from the seemingly never-ending pleasure, he’s wrapping his arms tightly around me, holding me to him as he groans through his own release.
I gasp as his cock pulses inside of me, unloading himself so deep I swear I feel every hot spurt of his cum against my cervix. Marking me from the inside, filling me to the point of overflowing. His releases mixes with my blood and my arousal, spilling between us, hot and perfect.
He doesn’t dare pull out of me, pressing as deep as our bodies will allow, holding me against his body like nothing else matters in the world but me.
I’m shaking, whimpering, a mess of blood and pleasure I never knew the human body was capable of experiencing.
I'm ruined, and so completely his that it feels like the girl I was before he fucked me is nothing but a ghost of the woman I’m becoming .
He’s fighting to catch his breath, his arms trembling as he tries not to collapse on top of me, but still he lowers his lips to mine in a kiss that has tears spilling from my eyes.
Even as I lay beneath him, utterly spent and floating in the oasis of a high I never want to come down from, aching between my thighs, I want him again.
I never want him to stop fucking me.
The tender muscles of my pussy tighten as I grip him, still half-hard inside of me, and he breaks away from our kiss to moan.
“Fuck, Wren. Take mercy on me. Let me get you home and into our bed before I lose control again.”
I smile up at him, in awe of the power I have over him and his body, despite his ownership over me and mine. I made him lose control, I made him unravel completely, and the power I find in that is addictive.
I flex my inner muscles, squeezing his cock again, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. His answering growl makes goosebumps erupt all over me.
“Is that a brat streak coming out of you, little lamb?” he asks, something dark and divine filling his eyes.
I nod, biting my lower lip as I stare up into his devastatingly handsome face.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder where he places a reverent kiss. “I’ll gladly spend the rest of my life fucking the fight out of you.”
He kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, before his body begins to move. His cock pulls out of me, chased by the remnants of his orgasm, coating my thighs and pooling between my legs.
I’m surprised when the need to beg him to keep me full of his cock, and his cum, overtakes me. He pauses, hovering over me, watching as my lips part and my face flushes all over again.
Reaching down between us, he gathers the silky substance on his fingers before rubbing it all over my still swollen pussy.
The moan that spills out of me is shameless, and I squirm beneath him as he coats me in his release.
“Fucking beautiful, covered in my cum,” he groans, dragging the residual mess all over my thighs. He presses a kiss to my forehead as he pulls my dress down over my hips.
“Don’t move,” he commands, his voice rough. I lay there in the dense grass, waiting as he gets to his feet, and crouches down to gather me in his arms.
My arms wrap around his neck as he turns away from the light of the moon and carries me back in the direction of his motorcycle.
When we reach the parking lot, I’m relieved to find it still empty. It’s quiet, nothing but the sound of crickets to accompany us as he walks back to the bike. When he sets me down on the passenger seat, I wince.
Saying that my pussy is sore is an understatement. Now that the high of my orgasm is fading, the ache has settled in to take its place.
But I don’t regret a single second of what just happened between us .
Dominic’s hand grips my chin, angling my face towards his. “Are you okay?”
I nod.
“You keep your arms tight around me, do you understand? You do not stop touching me, or I’ll pull over and fuck you again,” he tells me sternly.
“Yes, Daddy.” My voice is a whisper, barely audible, as I gaze up into his eyes.
His entire body stills, his face contorting as feral hunger surges through him. “What the fuck did you just say?”
The word came out of me so naturally, so effortlessly, and without shame. When I repeat myself, my voice is a little stronger, consequences be damned. “I said… yes, Daddy.”
He moves so fast, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me back off the bike and down onto the ground next to it.
His rough hands force my legs open, and real fear ripples through me when I realize just how tender I am. He drags his body down mine, then his mouth closes over my clit with a violence I’m starting to crave.
My hips buck, a cry tearing from my throat as my sensitive clit throbs beneath the punishing strokes of his tongue. His breath explodes across my pussy as his voice spills out of him, lost in a series of groans and growls that leave me trembling in anticipation of his clear loss of control.
“Fuck, you taste like sin. Sex and blood and me, the perfect fucking combination. ”
I scream as he drags his tongue from my aching entrance, back up to my clit, sucking it between his lips with a roughness that has my body breaking immediately.
I come all over his face, my body writhing, struggling to get away from the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to shatter my mind.
He pins me with his arms wrapped around my thighs, his tongue stroking me through the orgasm, keeping me spiraling until he finally chooses to have mercy on me.
I’m ruined all over again. My legs are shaking so violently I feel like I’ll never recover.
When his head lifts from between my legs, a shyness overtakes me.
The light from the nearby streetlight illuminates his face.
The sheen of my arousal, mixed with blood, is all over his lips and chin.
I can’t imagine I taste anything resembling good at this point in the night, but he still licks my destruction from his lips like I’m the finest taste he’s ever known.
Moving back up my body, spent and boneless beneath him, he comes to kneel between my spread thighs. I lift my hand to my mouth, biting at my finger as he pulls his hard cock from his pants and strokes the length of it in front of me.
Not giving a damn about who could drive by and see us like this, Dominic is hovering over me, pleasure and lust all over his face as he pumps his cock until he comes all over my pussy.
The thick, white ropes of his release shoot across my clit, marking me, until he angles himself down to coat the swollen lips of my pussy. “Fuck, Wren, you bad fucking girl. ”
His head falls back on a moan as he finishes, his breath coming in ragged pants.
When he regains control of himself, he tucks his cock back into his pants and leans over me. A looming threat, his hand lifting to grip my throat. “Are you done, or do you need me to ruin your pussy one more fucking time?”
I swallow, his hand flexing, and I nod in response.
Dominic leans down to kiss me, before he releases my throat and gets back to his feet.
I try to hide my smirk as he sways, his body clearly beyond spent. Before I can get to my feet, he crouches down and lifts me from the pavement.
“I can walk,” I whisper as he lifts me and settles me onto the back of his bike.
“No.”
He reaches down and grabs my helmet, securing it over my head, before he slides his own into place. He grabs his jacket from where he discarded it onto the floor, and puts it on me instead, layered over my cardigan.
He swings a leg over the bike and slides into place in front of me.
The engine roars to life, and he jerks the bike forward, forcing me to slam against him. A startled cry escapes me, my arms tightening around him.
“Remember what I said.” The warning isn’t lost as his voice transmits across the radio. I squeeze him in response.
He pulls out of the parking lot, and out onto the street .
I cuddle close against his back, reveling in the feel of him pressed against me as the cold wind whips past us.
I soak in his heat, in the safety of his solid presence, and squeeze my eyes shut at the rush of emotions emerging from somewhere deep, dark and unknown inside of me.
I’m falling in love with a monster.