Page 71 of Tar City
Her hips buck against my mouth, seeking more. I could rush this. End it fast. Give us both what we’re desperate for. But then it would be over, and I’m terrified this is all I’ll ever allow us to have. So I don’t, I flatten my tongue over her clit, pausing to swallow her sweetness.
I watch her grip the pillow, the other hand fisting my hair and forcing me back where she needs me.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Please what?” I tease, pulling back just enough to watch her squirm. “Please stop? Or please don’t ever stop?”
“Please don’t stop,” she begs, voice shaky.
I grin against her. “That’s what I thought.”
My tongue slides inside her, fucking her slow and deep while my thumb circles her clit. Her back arches off the pillows, her mouth open in a silent scream.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling back to look at her. “I could fucking drown in this pussy and die happy.”
I slide my hand up slowly, teasing her entrance with just one finger—barely there. Enough to make her hips jerk. Enough to make her legs tremble and try to close.
I hold her open and look up at her, meeting her eyes, and say it low and steady: “Be good.”
I push one finger inside her. She greets me with heat so intense I almost come in my pants just feeling it again—remembering exactly how it feels to be inside her. She trembles and I add a second finger. She moans louder, her eyes roll back and her body trembles.
“More,” she cries out.
“Don’t be a greedy rabbit,” I growl against her slick skin.
I lean down, sucking her clit into my mouth while my fingers keep working her. Her thighs shake around my head. I add a third finger, then a fourth, stretching her, filling her completely.I know she can take it.Then I pull them out, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing.
“Don’t—” she tries to beg.
“Not yet,” I snarl, cutting her off. “Tonight you’re coming on my cock.”
I pull back, licking my fingers clean while watching her recover. She’s a fucking mess—flushed, sweaty, and beautiful.
She groans, furious and needy. “Come back here.”
“Patience,” I say, grinning as I stand up. “I need to be in control. Every fucking second.”
I stand, forcing air into my lungs. My hands shake like a junkie’s.
I’m about to drag my pants down when I see them—moving on their own. Sliding down my legs.
Her eyes widen. So do mine.
My cock jerks, hard and ready. And Sisk licks her lips.
I take another breath, telling myself once more to not hurt her.
But then—a voice. Inside my head. Not mine.SHOW HER WHO’S IN CHARGE. MARK HER. BREAK HER SO NO ONE ELSE CAN HAVE HER.
Fear claws up my spine. Not of the voice. Of myself. I lock up.
“Please Jax,” she whispers, reaching for me. “I need you.”
“No,” I snap too fast. “Get away from me.”
She looks confused for a second, then angry.
“You were right,” I force out, every word tasting like blood. “I don’t want you.” I let my eyes drop, a deliberate, dismissive glance over her naked body. “This was a mistake.”
