Page 129 of Vicious Little Snakes

“But now, all I think about is ruining you. I want you fucking spun on me the way I am on you. I don’t want you to be able to think about anyone or anything else. I want to fuck you and eat you whenever I choose—like I’m entitled to your goddamn body. Tell me I can have you like that. Tell me I can have you for forever, Carebear.”

Caroline’s eyes close as she heaves a stuttered breath against my lips. Her hands grip my face, pulling our foreheads together.

“Be obsessed with me, Liam. Because I am with you. I don’t care how unhealthy that is—if I have to die someday, I hope it’s from loving you too much. I love you, Liam. I fucking love you so much.”

I’m an animal, ripping at her bra as she stumbles backward. The towel around my waist drops as I spin her around, giving her a rough shove so that she falls onto the bed, bent over, me behind her.

My cock grinds against her ass, hand splayed over her spine, holding her firmly in place.

“Tell me who I belong to, Caroline.”

Mewls become moans as she breathes, “Me. You belong to me.”

I gather a handful of hair, pulling it, forcing her chin to lift as I push against her ass again.

“Now tell me who you fucking belong to.”

“You, Liam. It’s always been you.”

Her words are delivered within a breathless voice. She slaps at me from behind, squirming to flip over, spreading her legs, and jerking my dick against her center. Intense eyes on me make the grip I have on her thighs tighten as she makes slow undulations, rubbing herself against me.

Goddamn. My hands leave Caroline’s legs, dropping forward to flank the sides of her head, depressing the mattress. One side of my lips tip up as I rub my hard cock up and down her clit. We’re so fucking connected at this moment, staring into each other’s eyes, feeling each drag and pull, feeling the goddamn friction that feels like we might explode.

I exhale, walking my hands back so that I’m standing. I can’t wait anymore. If I don’t sink into this girl, I may die. Her tongue lays a glisten over her top lip as she drinks me in from her back, propped up on her elbows.

Fuck, she’s sexy—Unabashedly ogling me, comfortable with her sexual appetite. One of a kind and all mine.

“Take me out, baby.”

The room is devoid of sound. All I can hear is our hearts beating and the sound of Caroline scooting to the edge of the bed, tugging my briefs down enough to release my dick.

She wraps her hand around my cock as much as she can, tugging upward, evoking a hiss from between my teeth.

Violet-hued eyes tip up to mine. “You want to know what I fantasized about?”

A bead of precum rises to the tip, and as my eyes drop to look at her, she sweeps her tongue over the head, licking me clean.

“More.”

Her eyes stay on me as her mouth opens, blanketing my dick in warmth as she lowers her head over me, sucking.

“Jesus, your fucking mouth should be weaponized.”

I swear to God, it almost feels like I’m going to lose consciousness. My palm on the back of her head battles with my mind because I want to fuck her mouth—hard and fast. I want to see her gag on my dick and swallow me down, but I’m trying to restrain myself from being an animal.

Her nails dig into the sides of my ass, urging me toward her face as she sucks faster and harder, bobbing her head. My breath comes out in short huffs as I brush Caroline’s hair away so that I can watch her hum around my cock with sweet sounds like she can’t get enough.

“Caroline,” I groan. “I don’t want to control myself.”

I inhale harshly as she takes me deeper, looking down at my every fantasy come to life. Tears spill from the sides of her eyes as she goes lower on my shaft, hollowing her cheeks with each pass. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her face shoots to mine as my dick leaves her mouth with a pop.

“Who said I fucking wanted you to?”

The smile on her lips blooms, only for a second, before she goes back to sucking me fiercely.Yes, baby.My palm on the back of her head squeezes a fistful of hair as I begin tugging her head down faster, dominating the motion. Her hands brace against my hips to give her support as I start my assault on her throat.

“Relax your throat, Carebear. And tap my leg if it’s too much.”

Partnered with a tug of her head, rough movements guide my hips. Fucking her goddamn perfect mouth. Jesus, it’s everything I’d hoped it’d be, but the filthiest part of me still wishes I could feel her throat. My head drops back, the ceiling coming into view as Caroline’s tears mix with her spit, gagging on my length.