Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

threads a hand into my hair and grips the back of my head,
flexing his hips in time to the strokes of my tongue.
When I glance up at him, his eyes are closed. His lips are
wet and parted. Deep furrows cross his brow. Every muscle in
his stomach is clenched.
He’s just as close as I am.
He whispers, “I love your mouth. Christ, that feels
incredible.”
When I squeeze his thigh, he opens his eyes and gazes
down at me. His pupils are dilated so wide, his irises are
nearly obliterated.
He pulls my head back. His cock pops out of my mouth.
He kisses me ravenously, shoving his tongue deep into my
mouth, then pulls me up onto the bed with his hands under my
armpits.
Pushing me flat onto my back, he kisses me again, palming
my sex and squeezing.
“I love this cunt, too,” he says roughly against my mouth.
He slides a finger deep inside me, making me arch and moan.
“And these beautiful tits.”
He lowers his head to my breasts. He sucks on a nipple,
swirling his tongue around and around before gently biting
down.
I shudder in pleasure, sinking my hands into his hair and
pushing my chest closer to his mouth.
Into my ear, he says gruffly, “I love every fucking perfect
part of you, all of you, inside and out, and I’ll never let you go,
no matter what happens. Do you understand me?”
His voice is ragged, edged with desperation.
I open my eyes and find him gazing down at me with
searing intensity. His face is flushed. He’s more emotional
than I’ve ever seen him, his heart blazing in his eyes.
When I nod, he kisses me again, deeply, making a sound of
pleasure low in his throat.