Copyright KyAnn Waters 2024

Excerpt

“Am I the first to be inside you?” I didn’t need words. She was so fucking tight, pulsing, and hot against my skin. I thrust deeper and curled my fingers, searching for the trigger to make her break. “Has anyone made you come?”

“No. Yes. I mean no one has touched me. No one has made me come.” Her fists tightened on the sheets. “I haven’t done anything, Stef. You were my first kiss. First touch. First everything.”

Fuck. First everything. First to show her pleasure. No doubt, I’d be the first to break her heart. First to make her feel betrayed. But I wouldn’t be the first man she hated. Her father had already claimed that first. I’d take the rest. Sin and darkness. Her light couldn’t change a soul that was already black.

I pulled my fingers from her panties, slid the two glistening with her cream into my mouth, and sucked her flavor from my skin. The first to taste her sweetness.

Her eyes widened.

“Open.” My fingers, still wet with her juices and my spit, touched her lips.

She shifted onto her knees, and her small hand wrapped around my wrist, but she didn’t move to taste herself.

“I’m not sweet, Angel, not like you are. If you stay in my bed, I’m going to fuck you filthy.”

“I’m not afraid.” She touched her tongue to my finger.

With the fragility of a butterfly, a touch so light I almost couldn’t feel it, she sucked my finger into her mouth. Her tongue fluttered around the tip, and I nearly came in my jeans.

“Angel, you should be afraid of me.”

“That’s what you don’t understand.” Her voice was a quiet whisper in the room. “I know I should be.” Shadows cut across her delicate face as she took my finger deep into her mouth again, pulled her lips along the length, and cleaned me of her cream. “But I’ve never not been afraid…until you.”

I growled, surged up, fisted my hand in her hair, and devoured her. I sucked, and tasted, lashing my tongue against hers and gently biting her lip.

Her moan of surrender morphed into a dark twist of need. Shedding her insecurity, she kissed me back with equal ferocity. A wild unleashing of tongues, teeth, and spit. I groaned, needing more.

“I want tonight for me.” She searched my face, and her fingers scraped softly along my jaw and brushed over my lips. “Our first date might be our last date. I’m here. I want to be with you.”

I covered her hand with mine, pulled it away from my face, and kissed her palm. “No promises,” I said to her. “Not from you and not from me.”

“No promises,” she repeated.

I lowered my hand to her lap and pushed our fingers between her thighs.

She sucked in a breath. “I want you to fuck me filthy.”

“Open your mouth.”

She stared into my eyes and did as I asked.

Shifting onto my knees, I towered over her. With one hand fisted in her hair, the other grasped her jaw. I licked her lips, hovered over her, and spit into her mouth. Heat slipped through my veins, a testament to the power I wanted over this girl. My palm slid onto her neck. Her pulse raced against my thumb as I applied pressure.

Her lips closed and she swallowed.

“I’m going to be in every part of you, Angel.” I kissed her, tangling my tongue with hers.

Once she leaned back on the pillows, I sipped kisses along her neck, across the contour of her collarbone, and the crest of her breast. Then I had her nipple in my mouth. A hard suck had her bowing off the bed, gripping my hair, and biting her lip.

With a roar, I surged up. I stood at the end of the bed, tugged her to the edge, ripped her panties down her thighs, grasped her knees spreading her wide, and covered her pussy with my mouth. Kneeling on the floor, I sliced my tongue through her soft, dewy folds, instantly addicted to the tang of her arousal.

She was drenched, soaking my face. I slipped two fingers into her slickness, fucking her with my hands and mouth. I smiled at the socks slipping off her feet as she dug her heels into the mattress.

“Stef, oh god, Stef.” Her hips bucked against my mouth.

An aural seduction of whimpers from her slightly parted lips had my cock throbbing. I hummed, knowing what she needed and unwilling to break from the taste of her. I was gluttonous for the scent of her arousal, the velvety texture of her folds, and the sweetness of her cream. I licked the length of her cunt, flicked the hood of her clit, and dipped into her hole with the tip of my tongue.

Sweat beaded on her flesh as she writhed on the bed, thrashing against my mouth, making me chase her pleasure. She was wild and uncontrolled, lost in the delirium of having my mouth on her pussy.

She tasted like the ocean. Clean, a touch salty, and no matter how long I drank from her, I couldn’t quench my thirst. At the first quivers, I screwed two fingers into her tight passage, and sucked her clit, rasping my tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Stef, I can’t breathe.” She gasped, and I sucked harder, sending her over the edge of sanity.

Celine cried out, biting hard into her lip, and shattered. Her smooth thighs clamped against my shoulders, and her fingers gripped handfuls of my hair. I sucked and licked until the final pulses faded to soft flutters.

I stood at the foot of the bed, unzipped my jeans, and pushed them, along with my boxers, down my thighs and kicked them off.

Celine scooted up the bed and leaned back on her elbows. Naked, pale skin and blonde tangled hair against my black sheets. An angel’s fall from grace. Blood stained the seam of her lips, bite marks denting the luscious fullness. Moisture dampened her lashes, and her eyes had gone from stormy ocean blue to bright with unshed tears.

“Spread your legs.”

Her gaze stayed with mine as her thighs fell open. I fisted the base of my cock, stroking the length. Fluids seeped from the slit.

She twisted onto her hands and knees and crawled across the bed toward me.

“Do you want your mouth on me?” I angled my dick toward her lips. She nodded and licked the slit.

Tunneling my hands into her hair, I held her head. The wet warmth of her mouth surrounded the crown. My grip tightened. I was too hard and too close to coming for this. But fuck, her mouth was stretched around my girth.

“Relax your throat, Angel. You suck me so good. Fuck me with your mouth.”

She tried to take more of my length. Licking, sucking, and slurping her way down the shaft. Spit trickled over her fingers and dripped onto my balls.

Pressure built low in my groin, and my buttocks clenched. “Fuck.” I ripped her off my dick. I wasn’t going to come in her mouth, not this time.

Bracing my hands on the ladder of her ribs, I urged her to her knees, and I kissed her deeply, licking the stain of blood from her lips, claiming her mouth the way I wanted her body.

She broke the kiss. Silence lingered between us, both of us motionless.

“Open,” she said, a shy smile tempting me to kiss her again. She waited for me to comply.

Fuck, but this girl followed my example. I parted my lips, and she spit into my mouth. I tipped my head back, feeling her saliva slide down my tongue, and swallowed.

Celine rested her hand on my chest. Quivers rippled through my abdominals as she grazed her nails lower, tracing the V of my groin with her fingertips. The need to cram her full of my cock bit painfully in my gut.

“I want inside you, Angel. There’s no way to undo this. No way to ever forget tonight. No saving yourself for your future husband.” If she were a mafia princess, taking her innocence would have me married or buried. I’d still want her in my bed.

“Fuck me filthy, Stef. Make me feel…everything.”

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