“I want to fuck you,” I told her the raw, unfiltered truth and didn’t even give her a chance to process my words before I shoved my door open, stepping into the cool evening air.
“What… Kester-” she started, confused, her gaze following me as I rounded the car.
I yanked open her door, my hand curling around her wrist.
“Out, baby,” I commanded, urging her to follow me, but she hesitated, her quizzical gaze demanding questions only my hot, hard cock could answer at the moment.
The urge to drive this raging monster into her was so maddening that I was beginning to see red.
I needed her. The hunger clawing through me was beyond reason or any restraint. My cock ached with it, my blood burned with it.
And she was going to fucking feel it.
“We can’t do this here. It’s an open…” I didn’t let her finish. One hard yank and she was out of the seat, her body colliding against mine with a startled gasp. Her heels barely found footing on the gravel before I spun her around, caging her against the car.
Her hands flew to her skirt, trying to tug it back down, but she didn’t stand a chance. My fingers had already found the hem, shoving it up to her waist with a force that made her suck in a sharp breath.
“Gods, what have you done to me, Kasmine?” I breathed out, slamming her back against the car door, making it close with a force I didn’t give a fuck about. “I want to do bad things with you. Unthinkable things.”
I crushed my mouth against hers, kissing her like I wanted to devour every gasp, every whimper, every damn breath that wasn’t already mine. Her lips parted beneath mine, warm, sweet, and utterly addictive.
She moaned, soft and needy, and I felt it vibrate straight to my cock.
Fuck.
I intended to bury myself into every pore of her skin, every angle of her entire existence, until she could only exist for me.
My hands rested on her waist, and I drew her into me, deepening the kiss.
She whimpered, but I couldn’t tell if it was from ecstasy or pain. Either way, pain is pleasure.
I broke the kiss just enough to breathe her in, my forehead pressing against hers. I shook my head, contemplating which out of the numerous words I had to say that I could say.
I cupped her chin with one hand and made her look into my eyes, “Kasmine… Fuck… Kasmine…” I had so much to say, but all I could do at that point was call her name like I was calling on a savior in times of need.
“What if someone sees us?” She asked, her voice sounding as needy as fuck. She also felt what I felt. And it made my skin burn so hot.
The only answer I gave was a bruising kiss, my hand sliding into her hair, angling her head back so I could taste her deeper, fucking her mouth with my tongue.
My wet tongue trailed paths down her soft, succulent body, which was made for me alone. I licked her like a goddamn recipe. She tasted sweet and intoxicating. I could swear I tasted strawberry on her skin.
Her head tipped back against the car, offering herself up like a fucking sacrifice, the pleasure a bit overwhelming for her as I unbuckled my belt and pulled out my raging cock. The need to bury it inside her was almost breaking me.
It was painfully hard, and touching it with my own hands felt so wrong.
“Hold my cock, Mine,” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear as I sucked her earlobe between my teeth.
A shudder rippled through her at the sensation, and she let out a moan.
She obeyed immediately, her small, soft hand gripping my cock firmly.
I smirked against her skin.
“My good girl.”
Fuck.
It felt so fucking right, even though her hand couldn’t wrap around my entire girth.
She stroke gently, trying to keep up with the pace of my kiss.
Too slow.
I grabbed her wrist, guiding her pace, forcing her to match the urgent rhythm thrumming through my veins,
I pressed her back against the car, my hands flattening against the metal just above her head, locking her in place as I covered her with my large body.
She looked so small and fragile, and it was a turn-on for me. Isn’t she just perfect for me in every way?
Her thumb brushed against the head of my length, rubbing on the precum I had just released.
“Mine,” I growled at the utter pleasure that small movement sent through my entire being.
Her breath hitched when I dragged my fingers down her side, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping the hem of her blouse. Fuck the buttons. I seized the fabric in both hands and ripped it open, and a gasp escaped her dips into mine,
Her nipples pebbled in the cool night air, stiff and begging for my attention.
Fuck. They were so inviting.
My mouth descended, claiming one between my lips, flicking my tongue over the tight bud. The taste of her skin- warm, slightly salty, intoxicating-had me groaning against her. My other hand sought her neglected breast, fingers rolling and twisting the hardened peak with just enough pressure to make her whimper and arch against me.
I imagined her getting a piercing on one of her nipples. I’d kill to see that happen…
“You’d look so damn good with a piercing here,” I murmured, my tongue flicking over her nipple, sucking hard until she gasped. The thought alone had my blood turning molten. Maybe I’d have it done myself, watch her squirm as she took the needle, just to mark her as mine in another way.
“If that’s what you want, Kester…” She whispered with a moan as I dipped my thumb into her dripping center, feeling the moisture gathered there already.
Her total submission threw me over the edge. She didn’t know what those words did to me.
She felt this too-this madness, this hunger, this inevitable destruction I felt.
And gods help me, I wanted to wreck her to ruin.
KESTER.
I tried to push her thong aside, but the slick material kept obstructing my free access to her wetness.
Hell, I ripped it off, and she gasped at the force.
“Sorry,” I murmured, though there wasn’t an ounce of regret in my voice. “It was in the way.”
I gripped her thighs, positioning her exactly how I wanted,
I was in the mood to fuck her while she stood facing me, looking into my eyes to see the raw hunger that can never be satiated.
She was so much smaller than me, her frame delicate compared to mine, but those heels she wore? They were a blessing. They made this perfect.
Her brows furrowed, innocent curiosity flickering in her expression as she watched me press the thick head of my cock against her entrance. “How… how do we do this?”
The innocence in her voice made my blood heat.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I whispered, “Ever heard of the standing missionary?”
She hesitated, then shook her head.
Something dark and possessive curled in my chest. Of course, she hadn’t. And thank fuck for that. If she had, I would have had to ask who the hell taught her. I would have needed to know if some other man had ever tried to introduce her to this.
I’d have killed the person, even though it would have been clear that he never succeeded because I was the one who took her virginity.
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