Addictive Lunacy by N. Isabelle Blanco Page B

stop licking her.
    I licked my way down her jaw. Nibbled. Kept going until I was forced to move her hair back so I could bite lightly at her ear.
    “Oh, God.” Demi gasped her own mouth landing hot against my neck. “Dorian,” she moaned.
    I choked, my name leaving her mouth like that -breathless, hot, and throaty- nearly bringing me to my knees.
    She keened, her face looking like she was drowning in me. The sensation literally made me leak in my pants.
    I hadn’t been this hard in ages.
    I’d thought that just looking and fantasizing about her had forced me back to teenaged hard-ons. But the fact that just tasting her and pressing against her has me about to come in my pants just blew all that out of the water.
    “Demi...I want you,” I finally admitted out loud, my hips rotating against her and pressing my cock into her stomach.
    I could hear the desperation in my voice, the heavy breaths that were torturing my windpipe.
    “God, Dorian. Kiss me.”
    I obeyed. I fucking obeyed because I had no control left over myself and she was now in full command. I pulled back and slammed my lips onto her mouth, sliding my tongue right in and finding hers.
     
    She tasted like pure sex and something sweet, something fruity, and I wanted nothing more than to fall to my knees and eat her.
    Just eat her.
                  Demi’s arms came around my neck, pulling me hard into her and every muscle in my body coiled tight.
    I was primed.
    More than ready.
    I lost control of my hands. They slid down her back, the tiny curve of her waist making me groan into her mouth. I slid them lower, moaning when I felt the curve of her ass. I thrust my hips into her as soon as I had her ass cupped tightly in my hands. 
    “You’re so sexy.” I could barely breath as I tongued her lips and tickled her tongue with my own.
    “So...you...God. I’m...”
    “You’re what, baby?” I heard myself ask, but I already knew. She was arching into me, her back a delicious curve. Her legs moved restlessly, thighs clenching, and there was no mistaking the heavy lidded stare she was giving me.
    I wanted the girl. Needed to be deep inside her now before I lost the last of my sanity.
    “I’m achy...I...”
    I didn’t let her finish. My tongue turned brutal, thrusting in and out of her mouth exactly like my dick was dying to thrust in and out of her little body. I was being wrecked just imagining how tight she had to be.
    She was so much smaller than me and there had only been one time before me...
    I lifted her, heart thundering inside me and blood punishing my cock. I set her on the desk, thankful it was obnoxiously large and that my computer wasn’t in her way.
    Demi let me have my way with her, leaning back and pulling me along with her. She spread her legs, causing her skirt to rise way above her knees.
    I heard myself moan as I thrust roughly against her, pulling her to me and biting down on her neck.
    My hands desperately circled her waist, slowly sliding up her torso and moving towards her breasts, where I fully intended to rip apart the buttons in my way. I was dying to get at her tits. My entire awareness, all of my concentration, was zoomed in on the need to feel and see her.
    Nothing else mattered.
    My phone started ringing. The sound brought us back to reality, freezing all movement, and we were left there, pressed against each other and panting roughly as it continued to ring.
    I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from her embrace in time to answer the phone.  The call went to voicemail and as soon as I heard who was on the line, I almost lost my shit right there.