CHAPTER 62 #3
“Mh.” He grunts in satisfaction, the vibration traversing my clit and causing me to shake. “You taste like fucking mine.”
He starts sucking my clit roughly before catching it between his teeth, pulling it, and soothing it with his tongue.
The pain-pleasure sends stars across my vision. My forehead falls on the door with a soft thud.
I pant deeply as I'm reaching my peak quickly due to the shots.
He adds two fingers at the same time, curling and sliding them in and out.
The dual sensation sends me over the edge—a guttural roar tears through my throat as I come hard on his face, my hips buckling and convulsing against his face.
He growls deeply and darkly, vibrating through his chest and into my sensitive core. He continues to finger me and lick me until I'm left panting, trembling.
Evren doesn't give me time to react or catch my breath.
He stands up, his eyes are dark with lust despite their glowing quality, his chin glistening with my juices.
He slides his hand to the back of my neck and guides me to the counter, shoving me forward against it.
“Look at you," he rasps in a husky voice. “I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.”
My gaze drifts downward at myself before I shift it back to him, taking in his eyes, hair, and lips.
His free hand pushes his pants down enough for him to free himself, his piercings always fascinate me.
He spits into his hand and strokes himself roughly twice. His other hand on my neck pushes my upper body against the counter.
“Look at me.” he orders gruffly.
I raise my eyes to meet his in the mirror, they connect through our reflection. His face is flushed red.
He aligns himself, sliding his pierced tip along my slit—the cold of the metal making me gasp—before thrusting inside me in one brutal motion.
The pain-pleasure from the sensation of fullness and rightness makes me cry out.
“Gods!” he hisses between his teeth, a clear indication of his pleasure.
He sets instantly a brutal, rapid pace, each thrust is deep enough for me to cry-moan out each time.
“Louder,” His voice is strained “Let the whole club hear.”
His free hands come down in a vicious arc and slaps my ass cheeks, I scream.
The sting making it even more addictive.
Then it snakes under and cups my breasts through my top, he palms it, before pinching my nipple and rolling it under his index and thumb.
“Evren!” I shout.
He only growls in response, his pace becoming urgent, and faster.
“I’m going to come,” He rasps, his voice tight with the effort to control himself “And you’re going to fucking take it.”
His arm retreats from my nipple and hooks around my leg, pulling it upward, the hand on my neck slides and grabs my hip hard enough to bruise.
The only foot left isn’t even touching the floor, he is carrying the weight.
The new angle makes him go even deeper, hitting the right spot.
I feel I lost myself completely.
I scream as I come on his cock, clenching and convulsing around him.
My hips buckling weakly, trying to ride the waves of my climax.
“Riven!” He roars my name and snaps his hips forward one last time, folding himself on top of me, his forehead dropping in between my shoulder blades.
His hips giving shallow thrusts, grinding and rolling while I feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside me.
For a moment, neither of us moves, panting.
Then he pulls out, with a wet sound.
I wince at the sudden loss before straightening up, smoothing my clothes while he does the same.
Once we're presentable again, he turns to face me and cups my face.
“Let's get back to your friends,” he pants before pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “And don't fucking trip over your own feet.”
He winks and takes my hand, pulling me along.
The girls are still at the table, chatting and laughing. The shots have mostly worn off, they spot us immediately.
I know we are slightly disheveled and flushed.
They both grin. I smile awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck.
“Let's dance.” Evren orders.
Before I can answer, he drags me into the middle of the dance floor.
The music pounds around us, but he seems oblivious to everyone else.
His hands settle on my hips, his body presses close to mine and looks straight into my eyes.
“You're fucking beautiful,” he snarls. “It's pissing me off. I'm gonna have to kill too many fuckers.”
I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief as I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Infuriating monster,” I mutter. “You'll never change.”
“No.” He barks the word without hesitation. “Never. You got a problem with that?”
“Makes it better, doesn't it?”
His eyes widen in disbelief, for a long second, he searches my face, looking for a lie, for hesitation, the sarcasm, for anything.
But there isn’t.
“Un-fucking-believable.” He scoffs.
He dips his head and kisses me, devouring my mouth desperately.
His tongue seeks access to my mouth, which I willingly grant. Our teeth and lips clash together.
The kiss is desperate, messy, and chaotic.
I'm not sure why I just said that—maybe it's the shots, or the sex, or the day I spent with my girls.
But for certain, I’m exactly where I want to be.