Page 147 of Broken Lines
Part of me wants to rip or even shred her clothes off. Toliterallytear her panties from that honeyed little cunt with my fucking teeth before taking her like a goddamn animal.
The other part of me wants to take my time—to peel her clothes off inch by inch. To slowly reveal every suckable, bitable millimeter of her skin.
To unwrap her like a fucking Christmas present.
My mouth moves to her neck, sucking and biting the delicate skin there until she jolts and cries out with pain and pleasure. But I still don’t stop, not until the marks I leave in my trail of conquest across her body turn red and purple.
Brands, marking her asmine.
My hands peel her sweater up, pushing it over her head as I lower my mouth to her tits. She whimpers, still pulling her sweater off as my mouth finds a hard nipple through her shirt and her bra. I suck, wetting the thin cotton until the pink, hard outline of her nipple is visible through the soaked fabric.
I move to the other, making her flush and making her breath catch as I suck that other nipple hard.
But the aching thickness between my thighs is growing painful.
My control is fracturing.
I kiss her hungrily before the shirt gets rips away. Her bra follows, and then I’m feasting on her nipples as her back arches in pleasure.
“Jackson…”
I move lower, dragging my teeth over her stomach as it caves beneath my mouth. I grunt, yanking in frustration at the button of her jeans. It finally gives, but as I pull them down, my hooded eyes slide to her big wide ones.
“No more fucking pants,” I growl. “Not on you, not in this house.”
Heat tinges her cheeks as she bites down on her lip.
“Was that a request?”
“No, that was a fucking demand. No goddamn pants.”
She shivers as I yank the jeans down and off her ankles.
“What if I get cold—ahh!”
She moans, shuddering when I shove her knees back and swat her ass with my firm palm.
“I amconfidentI can keep this ass warmed.”
“By…spanking me?”
She whimpers when I do exactly that.
“If that’s what it takes to warm you, then yes,” I grunt. “But also, with lips.”
My mouth presses to the red mark from my hand on her ass, kissing the burn.
“With teeth.”
She jolts, gasping a I bite at her ass, offsetting the sharp sting by dragging a finger up the absolutely soaked gusset of her panties. I can feel how fucking wet she is—how fucking dripping and slippery her little pussy is behind the thin defense of lace.
“And…and with what else?” She breathes, her eyes wide with lust.
She shivers, moaning as I slip a finger between the soaked-through lace and her needy little pussy, pushing her legs back again as I drag her panties with one finger all the way to her ankles.
“Tongue.”
Melody squeals I shove her legs back, dip my head, and plunge my tongue deep into her sweet little pussy. Her hands claw at the bedsheets, her body writhing with ecstasy as I devour her whole.