Primal Pursuit

He leans in, his mouth on my throat as he murmurs, “Swallow.”

I do. And without a word, he grabs me and picks me up, putting my naked ass on the sink, and he kisses me. It’s a long, slow, dirty, filthy thing. If he smells like a smoke-filled, rum-soaked speakeasy full of bad ideas and hot sex and honeyed moments, he tastes even better.

This isn’t a kiss of romance. It’s domination in an underhanded, seductive form, and he plays me like an instrument. He makes me sing to a tune he controls. It doesn’t matter what I ultimately want to do to him, what he did to me years ago, and how I feel about him now, the kiss right in this second is the only thing that matters. It’s deep, slow, and meandering; his tongue knows how to geta girl naked in seconds, and it knows how to make it count. It’s a kiss that whispers how much he enjoys removing each item, how good the sex is going to be.

And that’s enhanced by just how good I already know it is.

This kiss says it can be even better.

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and holds it with his teeth, running that tongue over it, and he kisses me so deeply I think I see heaven.

Davian slides his hand down between my legs to play with my clit, slow strokes that get lower and lower before he’s sliding against my hole, and then he pushes in.

“Oh,” I moan, and he kisses a path to my ear, then down to my jugular, which he teases and mauls in the best possible way. I’m nothing but sensation as he runs his tongue over my chin, licking up his cum, and he kisses me again.

I suck on his tongue, and he groans into my mouth. It’s all kinds of electric hot, and I’m melting.

Lifting his head, he takes his hand away from my sex and pulls me to the edge of the sink, reaching between us, and pinning me with his cold, emerald eyes.

“Next time, Rabbit,” he rasps, pushing his cock slowly into me. The man’s erect all over again, and I savor it in a weird way. “Next time, I’ll give you the chance for revenge.” He circles his arms around me, cupping the back of my head with his hand. “You can try to smother me with that hot, sweet cunt of yours, and your thighs. I want you to sit on my fucking face while I eat you to an orgasmic demise. We’ll see who wins.” His voice is slow, sensuous. “Me or you. I’m betting me. I betI can hold out until you just fall apart from orgasm after orgasm.”

He thrusts deep, and I cry out from the delicious, blunt pressure.

“And then I’ll fuck your pussy and your ass. Maybe shove some toys in there.”

“You wish you’ll be able to do that,” I say, panting as I wind my hands around his neck, pressing up into him, trying to urge him into a harder, faster fuck.

“Darling Rabbit, you’ll fucking beg for it. All of it.” He grunts and sets a deep, hard pace, and I rock up to meet him. “I should have fucked your ass. But you have such sweet holes it’s hard to pick.”

“I’ll get a strap-on and fuck you.”

He grabs me by the throat, squeezing, and starts to hammer into me. The viciousness in his face is in my blood, and I move my hands, one to his hair, the other to his sweater, to try to make him fuck me harder and rougher.

“You wish you had a strap-on for me. But maybe if you submit to a gangbang of my choosing, I might let you.”

I gasp as he twists a nipple with his free hand.

“It might be worth it,” I choke out.

“Slut.”

“Pussy.”

“Cunt.”

“Ass.”

“Whore.”

“And you love it.”

“Maybe,” he mutters, fucking me hard. “And maybeyou can just watch some other girl suck me off while you ride my hand.”

Another thrill passes through me, and I moan at the thought. “Only if you watch while some guy fucks me.”

“Jesus, you’re dangerous, Rabbit.” And he kisses me roughly. “And you are so phenomenal to fuck. I could live off fucking you. Destroying every. Single. Hole.”

“Harder, Davian. Harder. Please.”