Page 31 of Fighting Fate
Without warning, he grasps my jaw with one hand. It’s a rough touch, from his calloused fingers to the force of his grip. Then he sucks my lip into his mouth, biting down hard enough that the pinch shoots down to my core, making me groan as I grasp his arms to steady myself.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…I can barely remember my name when he licks into my mouth, an arm wrapping around my waist as we stumble into the door. Rory tastes like everything a girl could wish for, and in the moment, I allow myself to get lost in him. His powerful touch and relentless kiss. The deep, growly groans that turn me to mush.
Without breaking our connection, Rory spins me swiftly to face the door. The hand on my waist grips mine before he guides it to the lock.
“Open the damn door,” he rumbles into my mouth while he presses me into the cool wood with his body.
The hardness of his erection is impossible to ignore with his other hand releasing my jaw and trailing down to my breasts. Tracing the curve of my neck with his lips, Rory grinds into me. The heat of his breath along with my frantic pulse have my thoughts hazing. My legs can barely keep me straight as I unlock the door.
Finally!
We stumble inside, sending the door crashing into the wall before it bounces and slams shut. We’re a mess of tangled limbs and greedy kisses while he all but tears my clothes off me. I’m fumbling with the buttons on his shirt at the same time as he toes off his shoes and takes care of his belt and jeans.
All the while, I’m guiding him to the bedroom. It must be instinct or something, because when he picks me up and throws me down on the bed, I’m surprised we made it this far into my flat without him inside me.
Rory is pure brawn covered in golden skin, etched with the most intricate tattoos I’ve ever seen. Every line seems to have a life of its own when he moves and those hard muscles flex.
All I can do is watch as he crouches at the edge of the bed. Big hands wrap around my ankles and drag me to him so that my pussy is in front of his face. With one long lick, he has me squirming closer. Then he blows over my soaked underwear and I’m clawing at his scalp, pulling at his hair, and writhing over his open mouth until he finally licks over my pussy again.
“Fuck! You taste so much better than I remember,” he groans over me, pulling my knickers to the side before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I’m so hot from the teasing and the waiting and the yearning that I’m trembling with the whisper of my orgasm unfurling inside me. With his tongue tracing loose circles around my sensitive nub, Rory parts my slit with his fingers, scissoring them apart when he reaches my entrance. It’s torment, and yet, it only makes me impossibly hotter. Needier. So that when he finally pushes them inside me and his tongue laves at my clit, I can’t control the loud moan that erupts from me.
His large fingers push deeper, curling as he fucks my pussy to a relentless rhythm. I can’t keep up with it as his other hand flattens to the base of my stomach, pinning me down when he pulls out and strokes back in with an added digit that has me crying out.
“Your cunt is so fucking tight,” he growls over my heated skin, twisting his fingers inside me and causing my fingers to do the same in his hair.
“Don’t stop,” I beg when Rory slows down.
I’m so close that all my muscles are coiling tight, aching to come for him. Nipping at my clit, he strokes over my belly, all the way up to my chest. I’m bucking into him while he pinches one nipple between his fingers and then another. Each spark of pleasure brings me closer to the edge, so close that I can barely breathe. My frenetic heart is beating the air right out of my lungs as he finger fucks me faster and faster.
“Oh God, yes…Rory…”
“I want to feel you come around my fingers,” he growls sharply, pulling out and thrusting back inside me with a twist that pulls me completely under.
My entire being erupts with a pleasure so deep that I can’t contain it. The world falls away from my wracking form, and every kiss that he peppers on me is like a brand that’s forever emblazoned on my soul. He’s breaking me from the inside out, and there is nothing I can do to stop him.
I’m still hazy when Rory stands over me, watching while he strips his underwear and fists his erection. His other hand cups my wet pussy, coating it in my arousal before he swaps hands. I watch him a while, gathering my senses before I flip onto my front and reach into the bedside table to grab a condom.
“No,” he grits out, slapping both hands down on my arse before he snatches the condom from my hand and orders, “Stay…just like that.”
The sound of his loud hisses and gravelly curses makes the anticipation of the moment greater. My steadying heart starts to pick up its pace again. Then the bed dips between my open legs. Rough fingers trail up my thighs, making me shiver while his cock bobs over my smarting arse.
“So damn beautiful,” he murmurs as one hand strokes over my back and the other rounds my waist until his arm is wrapped around me.
His words seep deep inside me. Even through my sex haze, they wrap themselves around my stuttering heart.
Lifting me onto my knees, he lodges himself at my entrance while he tucks me into his chest, my back to his front as he teases my pulsing pussy with his throbbing cock. Rocking gently, Rory lowers his lips to my ear, nipping at the shell of my ear while his hands knead my breasts. They’re heavy in his tight, relentless grasp. The tender flesh aches for him, sending frissons of maddening need through me.
“Is this what you want, doll?” he whispers into my parted mouth as I writhe back into him.
I nod, sensing that wicked grin of his as he trails open-mouthed kisses down the column of my neck to my shoulder. A hand traces up my chest to my throat, pinning me to him.
Then he thrusts. There’s no gentleness. There’s no easing. One shove at the same time as he pulls me down by my neck, bottoming out. I’m suffocating on my scream of pleasured pain. Pure agony cuts through me, pushing the air from my lungs as his hands squeeze tighter around my breast and my throat.
With a grind of his hips, Rory fucks me deep and slow, stretching me until my pussy loosens for him, and he folds us down onto the mattress. Tucking my legs under me, he pulls out to the tip, brushing my hair from my face before he thrusts back inside me. With every stroke, he owns my body, driving faster and faster until his grunts and my moans litter the air with curses and our sweat coats our bodies.
“Harder,” I call out, begging for more, even though each thrust tears me apart with its bruising force.