Page 15 of Eff Marry Kill

"Huxley, please," she whispers, writhing against the door as I yank her shirt up over her head, desperate to see all of her, to touch every inch of skin and brand it as mine.

"Patience, baby girl," I rasp, running my lips down her bare shoulder. I nip her skin, just to feel the way she trembles…and then do the same thing on the other side.

Her tits spill from her bra like a dream when I unhook the clasp. I tug the straps down, eager to touch and taste and tease until my name is the only thing she can say.

I wrap my lips around one hard nipple, pulling it into my mouth.

Her hands fly to my hair, pulling.

"Fuck," I growl against her skin, my dick throbbing. I bite her, suck, and then bite again. She pulls my hair the whole time, moaning for me. "You like that, Starlight?" I flick my gaze up to hers. "You like having me all over you?"

"Yes." Her dilated eyes meet mine. "More, Huxley. Give me more."

I run my hand down her soft belly, loving the way her skin rises to meet me, like she feels me everywhere. My hand slips down her skirt, my fingers anchoring into the fabric.

"I'm not stopping once I get this off you," I warn her, not sure I'll be able to stop, not after wanting her for this fucking long. "I'm going to eat and fuck until you're drowning in pleasure. I won't let you go, either. So tell me now if you don't want this, Nova."

"I…"

I hold my breath, waiting for her to shut this down and stop me.

"I want you, Huxley. Please."

Yes.

Jesus, yes.

I pull her skirt off, letting it pool at her feet…leaving her bare and beautiful before me. Nova is a dream, lush and sweet and full of fire. She's a goddess too, her head held high, pride in her eyes. There isn't a single part of her that's ashamed of her curves or softness.

I love that.

I sink to my knees at her feet, where I belong.

"You know how long I've been waiting to worship at your feet?" I ask, staring up at her. "How long I've been dying to be right here, staring up at heaven?"

"Huxley," she moans, her eyes soft.

"Every single day since you walked into the dugout and called your brother an asshole," I rasp, wrapping my hand around her calf. I lift her leg over my shoulder, running my lips up it. "Every fucking day, Nova."

She whimpers, clutching at my hair like she's trying to ground herself. I don't want her clinging to reality, though. I want to send her flying.

I skim my lips up the inside of her thigh, my mouth watering at how fucking good she smells. At how soft her skin is. My cock is so hard it hurts.

I run my tongue up her slit, taking a taste. At least, that's my intention. Instead, her taste—sex and sin and sweetness all mingled together—hits my system like a drug, and my brain short-circuits. I bury my face in her pussy, snarling like a wild animal.

She's turned me into one little by little over the last year and a half, driven me slowly out of my mind until nothing exists but her and need. I unleash all of it on her now, licking, sucking, and biting. I spread her wide, balancing her on my shoulders, and fucking feast.

"Huxley!" she shouts, her entire body quivering.

"Jesus, Starlight," I rasp against her skin. "Had I known you were this sweet, I would have been sneaking into your bed months ago." I run my tongue around her tight little hole before forcing the tip inside to fuck her with it.

She wails my name into the room, rocking her hips against my face. God, she's beautiful above me, her inhibitions gone, every inch of her quivering and desperate for more.

I give her everything, using my tongue like a cock to fuck her. My whole face is buried in her as she goes wild for me, sobbing and grinding, pulling my hair and moaning my name.

I spread her wider and lick her deeper.

The way she unravels for me is perfection. She doesn't come in increments or slowly, but all at once. Her inner muscles flutter around my tongue, her hands pulling at my hair. My name leaves her lips in a sharp cry of ecstasy, her body shaking. Her juices flood my mouth, her pussy so wet, so perfect.