Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

His lids drift lower. He licks his lips. I can tell he wants
more.
“I can’t think of anything else but you, either. Everything
is gray when you’re not here. You’re the only color in my
life.”
He kisses me again, desperately. His thrusts grow faster
and harder. The headboard bangs against the wall.
When I’m shaking and moaning, close to climax, he puts
his mouth next to my ear.
Through gritted teeth, he says, “You’ve made this monster
into a man again, my beautiful girl. Now fucking come for
me.”
He sucks on one of my aching nipples, and I instantly
oblige him.
Convulsing around him, I scream his name.
Grunting and bucking, he fucks me straight through my
orgasm. Then he climaxes, jerking on top of me, spilling
himself inside me as he bites my neck and pulls my hair.
In the aftermath, we lie together, breathing hard, our chests
pressed together. His heart beats as madly as mine. Every so
often, a little aftershock rocks me, a contraction deep in my
core. It makes him moan softly in pleasure.
Then he raises himself to his elbows and kisses me.
It’s a slow kiss. An achingly tender one. He gives me all
his devotion and need with his mouth, then drops his forehead
to my shoulder and exhales.
I’m sore. My ass stings. So does my neck where he bit me.
And I’m so damn happy, I could fly.
He withdraws from me with a soft groan, then rolls us
over. On his back, his wraps his big arms around me and holds
me tightly, pressing a kiss to my temple and sighing.
I whisper, “Welcome back.”