Ultimate Sins (41 page)

Hell, forget begging, she would be crying. Screaming.

“Crowe. Oh God, don't tease me like this,” she moaned brokenly, her head twisting against the sheets as her hands gripped his hair, holding tight just in case he decided to move or to stop. Oh God, what would she do if he stopped? She didn't think she would be able to bear it.

Rather than answering, Crowe let a low male groan rumble from his throat and vibrate against her clit as she cried out again, her body straining to get closer to his teasing tongue.

She couldn't even close her legs or escape the deliberately taunting licks of his tongue. His hands were flat against her inner thighs, holding them apart, creating the space he needed to drive her crazy with his touch.

Flashpoints of incredible pleasure reverberated through her pussy, traveled in quick zaps to her womb, then surged to her pussy with sensual little explosions that didn't even come close to release.

“Oh God, please,” she moaned as he licked down the narrow slit.

The taunting licks and kisses moved to the clenched opening of her vagina again. There, he rubbed at it with the flat of his tongue until every cell in her body was poised in anticipation.

She needed his tongue doing what it was supposed to do there. He was supposed to push it inside the painfully needy flesh and use it to stroke her to release.

And he could, so easily.

Pulsing, painfully clenched, her inner muscles throbbed with the need to be stroked, stretched, and fucked. She needed it until she felt poised on a pin edge of agonizing lust.

But did he do anything to relieve it?

Did he even try to ease the need burning through her?

Oh, hell no.

With his tongue still flattened between the plump folds, he licked back to her clit then surrounded the little bud with his lips and gave it deep, erotic kisses that almost—just almost—threw her over that edge.

“Damn you!” she cried out as he eased back to lay several kisses along the slick, soaked folds.

She couldn't stand it.

Panting, she strained to get closer to him, to convince him to give her just a second of what she needed. Just one hard licking thrust—his tongue surging inside the fluttering, gripping tissue.

“Oh my God. Crowe yes, oh my God—” Sensation exploded inside her, tossing her into a chaotic wave of incredible pleasure. Her hips tilted, lifted, desperate for the deepest touch possible.

Just as quickly as he thrust inside her, his tongue retreated.

A quick little thrust, the barest taste of her, and then he was gone.

Completely.

Her eyes opened quickly, staring down her body as his head lifted, his gaze catching hers.

His lips were swollen, damp from her juices, and as she watched he licked them with sensual enjoyment. The gold in his gaze flared as though in response to the taste of her.

“What are you trying to do to me?” she whispered. Her entire body was burning and all too aware of him as he lay between her thighs.

“Touch your breasts,” he whispered. “Let me watch you play with them.”

She didn't even think to refuse him or dare to negotiate. She should, she really should, but her breasts were so sensitive, so aching that any touch would have the potential to push her over the edge.

As she cupped her breasts, her breath caught in her throat, a broken, desperate cry escaping her as a low moan of tortured pleasure.

“Oh yeah, sugar elf,” he breathed out roughly.

As though rewarding her for following his command, he slid one hand along the inside of her thigh before his fingers moved to the wet, swollen folds of her pussy.

Parting the aching flesh as he watched her caress her breasts, his fingers moved to the aching entrance of her vagina. Then they rubbed against it with slow, light movements that circled then pressed against the opening with flirty little touches and near thrusts into the fluttering flesh.

“So pretty,” he whispered again, using his tongue for something other than what she was desperate for.

“You're driving me crazy,” she cried out.

“Ah, sugar,” he crooned. “Not yet. I promise, I have yet to show you what being driven crazy really means.”

*   *   *

Or he had yet to understand what being crazy
for
her meant. Crowe wasn't certain which it was, but he knew he was having a hell of a time finding out.

The problem was, he'd started this interesting little excursion for a reason. There had been a point to it. But dammit, he couldn't remember what that point was. All he could concentrate on at the moment was the sweet, sweet, intoxication of her feminine heat and—he swore—the pleasure he could feel pouring from her.

Sweet. Hot. The most intoxicating taste he'd ever known.

Each time he touched her, pleasured her, she spilled her lush taste to his waiting lips. Her body tightened, grew warmer and became more pliable to his touch. She lifted to him, reaching for him as he rimmed the silken entrance to her pussy and teased himself with her taste.

The need to thrust inside her was becoming a hunger raging inside him. To plunge his tongue into the gripping, clenched tissue and feel it rippling around him.

His cock throbbed furiously at the thought, eager to do the same. To feel her gripping it, her snug pussy milking his release straight from his balls.

Damn her. She made him forget—

God, there was something he was supposed to do—some lesson to teach her, and he just fucking didn't care what it was anymore.

He tilted his head, his fingers parting the swollen, syrup-slickened folds as his tongue thrust inside her. His need for her overcame anything—everything—else.

*   *   *

The feel of Crowe's tongue pushing inside her, licking against the delicate walls of her pussy, sent desperate, aching surges of sensation of racing through her. Amelia swore she would die if she didn't come. If he didn't make the throbbing ache ease she was going to die.

Reaching, lifting to him, a strangled cry tearing from her throat, she was certain, so certain she would fly straight into that abyss of rapture if he would just speed up the licking thrusts a little. Just a little—

That body-clenching, flaming, complete-destruction-of-the-mind pleasure that she'd only found in Crowe's arms had to be within reach.

It was right there.

“Crowe, please!” she gasped, fighting to twist in the grip he had on her hips, tortured, desperate to meet the chaos reaching out for her.

And still, it remained just out of reach.

Torturing her.

Teasing her with that elusive promise of rapture. Hinting at the burning pleasure that was becoming more addictive to her than any drink or drug could ever be.

Just as quickly as she was pushed to that brutal edge, his tongue retreated, his lips leaving the desperate ache between her thighs as he rose between them.

One hand gripped his cock, his fingers guiding the heavy stalk of flesh as he came over her. As he fit his hips between her thighs, his gaze locking on hers, Amelia felt her breath catch.

Fiery hot, throbbing, pulsing with demand, he felt so much fuller, thicker than ever as the flared crest pressed against her opening.

Tilting her hips to him, her gaze following Crowe's as it slid down the center of their bodies, she watched—

Her breath caught, a whimper leaving her lips as the dark, flushed cockhead began stretching her, parting the sensitive entrance as he began working it inside her.

The swollen folds of her pussy flared out around it, cupping the very tip of his cock until it penetrated her. Slick, glistening with her juices, the snug flesh of her entrance began cupping the crest little by little as he worked it against her.

Sensual flames ignited as she struggled to accept him, her sex tightening, clenching then releasing around the wide crest working its way into the suckling heat.

Lifting her knees to grip his hips, Amelia was unable to turn away from the sight of it. She could not help herself as she both felt and watched the steady impalement of her pussy. The blistering eroticism of the act amped her own arousal to a height she couldn't have imagined reaching before.

She wasn't going to just fly into release when it came. When it came, she was going to explode into it.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned, a dark, rough groan that caressed her senses as the head of his cock disappeared inside her greedy flesh.

Where it was stopped by the heavy, flexing muscles inside her sensitive vagina.

Not that Crowe was about to let that actually stop him.

The pleasure increased for both of them as she was forced to stop watching the penetration, her head falling back and a cry whispering past her lips.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, her need for him obliterating everything, anything else. “Please, Crowe. Hard. Fuck me hard. Now.”

She wanted that bite of pain. She needed to feel it, as she had before, as his cock slid inside her hard and fast.

“Are you sure, baby?” His lips fell to her neck; he was unable to watch himself possess her for even another second but desperate to tease them both with the pleasure just a little longer. “Are you very sure this is what you want?”

“Damn you, fuck me,” she cried out.

His hips stilled, bunched.

“Yes. Yes.” He was going to give it. She could feel him tensing, preparing to surge inside her.

There was no way to prepare herself for the coming sensations. Pleasure. Pain. A fiery combination of both sensations so extreme she knew a part of her wouldn't survive it.

Blazing.

The first, hard thrust buried him only inches inside her, not even half of the hardened length of his cock filling her. It struck a match to the already fiery wash of feelings and sent ecstatic pleasure careening through her body.

Before she could process one sensation, he retreated then returned, amplifying it, throwing her so hard, so fast into another level of sensation that she couldn't even process the full scope of how each felt.

They clashed together in burning, surging waves of pleasure so extreme that pleasure and pain merged.

Stretching, agony and ecstasy, burning heat and a heavy, erotic stroke that almost eased it, then suddenly made each sensation glow brighter, erupt with greater intensity than any other time he'd touched her.

Her hips writhed beneath each heavy thrust, her breath rasping in her throat as she gasped, whimpered, and couldn't find the breath to cry out.

All she could do was hold on to Crowe and pray she lived through the ride.

Coming over her fully, he let one hand grip her thigh, his elbow braced at her shoulder, as his powerful knees spread her thighs wide. His knees dug into the bed, his muscular hips powering every fierce penetration of his body into hers and pushing her closer to an edge she was already poised to race over.

Closer.

Each hard stroke of his cock shafting to the depths of her pussy dragged an agonized cry from her lips. Pleasure screamed through her. Each penetration ratcheted sexual tension deeper, higher, until every cell was at peak reception, peak sensitivity.

“Please, please—” She was crying the word, barely aware of it slipping past her lips as a chant, a plea, the only way she had of begging for release.

“God yes,” he groaned, his breathing rough and heavy as his lips parted at her neck, spreading kisses over the sensitive flesh there.

“So fucking good. So fucking good and so fucking tight. And so fucking—ah God, Amelia. Baby—”

His lips reach the uplifted curve of her breast, the brutally tight tip of her nipple—

Covering the hard peak and sucking it into the heat of his mouth, he set off a chain reaction inside her body that destroyed her.

The lightning stroke of sensation began at her nipple, struck with brutal pleasure to her womb, her tightening pussy, then the painfully swollen bud of her clit.

Each strike of agonizing pleasure sparked a reaction until that chaotic abyss she'd been reaching for so desperately finally enveloped her.

Sensation shot from her sex through the rest of her body. It exploded, blazed, exploded again and surged through her like a tidal wave.

Ecstasy tore through her system at the impact.

Complete. Perfect. Pleasure.

Rapture.

Her eyes flew open. Her gaze caught with his, locked, widened, and felt that rapture detonate as two hard, deep thrusts buried Crowe to the hilt inside the tightening flesh, the milking, fluttering waves of her release trigging his own.

Fiery jets of semen ejaculated fiercely inside the sensitive depths of her vagina. Hard waves of pulsing sensory overload had yet another wave of sensation trigging through her body.

It was brutal.

It was a swirling, whirling storm of orgasmic bliss. And she knew, after being taken, possessed, and completely overcome by such ecstasy, she would never—no, she
could never
be the same again.

 

CHAPTER 26

He was supposed to teach her a lesson.

Sitting next to her on the bed, Crowe gently cleaned the semen from the inside of Amelia's thighs after using the damp cloth to erase the drying remnants of their perspiration from her slender body.

She was asleep.

Son of a bitch, the second he'd forced himself to ease from her, long after her pussy had stopped throbbing and pulsing around his cock, she'd slipped into a sleep so deep he wondered if she ever slept when she was alone.

Or did she lie awake in the bed, as he'd seen her in Kimmy's room, staring into the darkness, wondering when the monster would strike?

Crowe pulled the sheet and quilts over her body, then tucked them over her shoulders before rising from the bed to find his clothes.

His next stop was the security control room where Cameron, Jase, and Ivan were still working with the security system. Mike had been either a genius or a fucking moron; Crowe couldn't determine which. Either way, he had created more problems than the three techs could figure out together.