In Deeper by Christy Gissendaner Page B

down on him yet, but she wanted to. It was apparent in the way she watched him like a woman starved. She crawled to him on all fours and tentatively wrapped her hand around him. But there was nothing timid in the way she swallowed him from tip to root. He was large, and no one had been able to deep throat him before.
    “Fuck.” Air hissed past his lips. “Do that again.”
    He gripped a handful of her hair, directing her motions as she moved up and down his cock. Her head bobbed with each movement, her bottom lip teasing the edges of his balls with every downward sweep. She teased her tongue along the edge of his slit, traced the vein of his shaft, and licked everywhere in between.
    He’d come if she continued. “Enough.” He pulled her hair and broke free of her mouth.
    Her lips were red and damp, swollen from being wrapped around his raging hard-on. A delicious pout made him want to kiss her senseless. What was he doing? He’d come here to protect her, not ravish her until they were unable to walk, but there was no turning back now. He couldn’t leave if his life depended on it.
    “Turn around and get on your knees.”
    She sank back on her heels. “Make me.”
    He put his knuckles against the mattress and leaned forward. “On your knees, Celeste.”
    She huffed but did as he asked. The sight of her rounded ass as she settled into position drove him mindless with lust. He caressed the slope of one cheek, warming the skin before delivering a series of short, sharp spanks. She moaned and pressed into his palm. He stilled his hand. “More?”
    “Hmm,” she murmured. “Definitely.”
    He hadn’t expected such a response from her. “Maybe later. Your skin is already pink. Very sexy.”
    He ran his finger over the cleft of her ass and dipped lower to toy with the dampness between her legs. “Bad girl. You’re ready for me.”
    She bucked against his hand. “More.”
    He tried to pull his hand away, but she gripped his wrist and pressed his fingers to her wet sex. He teased her clit with his thumb and parted the folds to insert a finger. She went buck wild, rotating her hips and using his finger to fuck herself into a writhing, mewling creature. His dick jerked to attention. “That is so fucking hot.”
    He moved into position behind her and used his free hand to guide his dick to her waiting pussy. So wet. Anticipation grew, tensing his muscles and shortening his breath. He withdrew his fingers and thrust inside her, groaning aloud at the tight fit of her muscles clenching around his shaft. He gripped her hips and slammed into her again and again. Celeste turned into a wildcat, bucking and twisting against him, and clutching at the bedspread with tightly curled fingers. It had never been this hot, so wild and untamed. His beast raged and howled, fighting to break free, but he held strong.
    Celeste arched her back and howled. “Fuck me,” she screamed. “Harder.”
    He obeyed, rocking back and forth at a faster pace. Sweat beaded on his brow and ran into his eyes. The stinging didn’t faze him. He increased the force of his thrusts, slinging Celeste forward until her cheek pressed into the mattress. She didn’t call for him to stop. Instead her cries of pleasure were music to his ears, driving him crazy with desire and pure need. His balls tightened, and the climax washed over him with the force of a tidal wave, sucking him under and taking his breath away.
    He bared his fangs and sank them into the curve of her hip as his dick convulsed inside her. He coated the walls of her pussy with his seed, his dick slipping in the sudden burst of wetness, as she cried out her own orgasm. Still, he continued to move, desperate to bring her to a second release.
    “I can’t,” Celeste gasped out. She struggled to push up on her elbows. “Jesus, Micah.”
    He nipped her shoulder and trailed his tongue up her neck. “I want to make you come again.”
    “Oh God.” Her body shook beneath his.
    “So good,” he