“Put me down. I can fucking walk,” she said again, her hips shifting against my shoulder.
“Not a fucking chance.”
“Just let me go, then you can go back to your pretty redhead.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You were all over each other back there. Reds are your favorite, right? Aren’t you tired of babysitting? You could be getting your dick wet right now instead of this.”
Her words were pissing me off, making me hurry my steps so I could close us in the trailer. It was like one step forward, five steps back with Lina every fucking time.
“Just let me go. Lock me in the trailer for all I care. But just let me fucking go!”
“Will you quit!” I slapped her ass again and she gave another muffled cry, making my dick grow even harder.
The fifth wheel was in my sights. I was more than ready to lock her in that trailer. Lock usbothin the trailer.
“Fuck you, Reed! Leave me alone, and go fuck your redhead.”
“Shut the fuck up, Lina,” I growled. I was so sick of her running her mouth. “I have no interest in that woman back at the bar.”
“What? You didn’t think she had great tits? She looked like she could get you off just by sticking your dick between them.”
“Jesus Christ, Lina.” I stomped up the steps of the fifth wheel, pushing open the door. I ducked inside and kicked the door closed behind us.
“What? Don’t you want someone to fuck your cock with their tits?”
I lowered her down then, letting her body drag down mine. I could feel every inch of us connecting while I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs, over her ass, and the curve of her waist until they rested just beneath her breasts.
She stuck her chin up defiantly. “Someone to let you glide your dick back and forth between them until you bust a nut and make a sticky mess all over them?”
We were so close, I could feel Lina’s breath catch in her chest. My thumbs brushed beneath her full tits. My own chest heaved—out of frustration, anger, irritation, and desire.
Her big, brown eyes found mine, and they were fucking heated, matching in anger and arousal.
Her tongue darted out across her rosy lips, and it was like a tether snapped.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted Lina Larsen. I wanted all of her.
Slamming my mouth to hers, letting our teeth clash, I walked her backward until her legs hit the table behind her. She moaned into my mouth when I nipped her full bottom lip, her hands going to my shirt, gripping it, pulling me against her.
But I thrust her away from me to spin her around, my hand running up her spine to push her down against the table.
“I want you just like this, sweetheart. Your perfect ass in the air, ready for me.”
I wanted to claim her. To punish her. To fuck her until she was writhing, losing all semblance of power and control. I wanted her to surrender to me.
“What, you’re not going to gag me so I shut up?” Lina challenged, her cheek now pressed against the laminate tabletop.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” I gripped her hip while I ground against her, letting her feel how hard she made me. “You want me to fucking gag you while I fuck your pussy?”
“Do your worst, cowboy,” she challenged. “Make me shut the fuck up.”
I growled. “Not this time. I want to hear you scream. I want to hear every fucking sound you make while I fuck you against this table.”
“You think you’re going to make me scream?”
I ran a hand up her spine, my fingers threading through her long, brown hair until I could gather it in my fist. I thrust my cock against her ass again, gripping her hair so her head rose off the table, her eyes fluttering up to look at me. “Just so you know, I prefer brunettes.” Her eyes narrowed on me, burning with such intensity that I could feel my control slipping.
