Taking advantage of my surprise, his large hand grips me around the throat, and he slams me against the wall of the building. He presses his large body against mine, so I can’t kick or knee him in the junk. He snakes his free arm around my waist, lifting me off the ground so I’m almost level to his height. He brings his face close to mine, so close his breath warms my face.
“What the hell are you thinking? Do you have any idea of the potential dangers you will face?” His masculine scent surrounds me, clean fresh cologne with an underlying hint of campfire smoke. Liam.
He doesn’t wait for an answer. His lips crash into mine. His tongue coaxes my lips apart so he can slide his tongue in against mine. He deepens the kiss, pressing his hard muscular body closer.
I lift my arm, but he clasps my wrist, pinning it above my head. Releasing my neck, he runs his hand down my other arm and raises it as well, pinning me to the wall with his body.
He doesn’t stop kissing me, and I don’t want him to. I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress tearing in the process.
He softly moans and grinds his hips into me. He grasps both of my wrists in one hand so he can caress the length of my body, which tingles with electricity and heat. I want more.
He breaks our kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “Baby, you fucking drive me crazy. I don’t know if I want to strangle you or fuck you right now.”
I slowly lick his bottom lip. “Fuck me,” I whisper, bringing my lips closer to his. “Right here, right now.” I need it. I need him.
He groans and kisses me again, deeper, harder. With his free hand, he pulls my dress up higher and slide his fingers between my legs. “I can smell your arousal.” He slips into my panties, inserting one finger between my already slick folds.
I tip my head back and moan.
“Already so fucking wet.” He releases my wrists, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He grinds his hardened cock into my center, making my toes curl. He licks and nips at my neck, slipping another finger into me. “Are these the same panties that every man in the venue just saw you in?”
I push my hips forward and bite his lip. “Yes.”
He sneers. Pulling his fingers out of me, he tears my panties off in his fist. My hips jerk forward with the force, and I whimper. “Then I don’t feel bad about ruining these.” He tosses them over his shoulder, igniting them in a burst of flames, and pulls me against him. The material of his pants grinds against my clit.
I want them off. I want him inside of me. I reach down to undo his belt.
He chuckles. “My greedy girl. Always my girl,” he murmurs against the sensitive spot on my neck.
“Please,” I whisper. He slides his hand down my chest, cups my breast and gently squeezes. I finally manage to open hispants and search for what I need. Curling my fingers around his thick, hard cock, I rub my hand down and then back up.
“Fuck…” He bites my hardened nipple through my dress. Readjusting our position, he holds me firmly against the wall.
I pull my dress up higher to give him more access. He slides the head of his cock against the slit of my opening, torturing me, playing with me, until I pant and plead.
He finally enters me, in slow tortuous increments. Then, pulling back out almost completely, he slams his hips forward, burying himself deep inside. He captures my whimper with an open-mouthed kiss. He grinds into me, pushing me further into the wall.
“Do you know how many men must be fucking their mates right now, pretending that they are you?” He pulls back and pumps into me again. “How many men are fisting their cocks, wishing it was your pussy wrapped around them?”
I moan as he slides in and out of me, slow and deep. “Please, just fuck me. I can’t…” He tortures me, punishing me, holding back.
He nips at my lip and laugh. “Oh, baby, I’ll give you what you want, but I’m going to punish you first for showing the whole fucking world what is mine.” He cants his hips. I try to push forward with my own, but he holds me firmly in place.
Nibbling and teasing my lips, he won’t even give me his mouth, pulling away every time I try to kiss him deeper. I dig the heels of my shoes into his ass.
“Say it, baby, and I will give you what you want.” He grinds into me slowly, rolling his hips to his own melodic pace.
I gasp at the delicious friction he creates. “Please,” I whimper.
He pulls my strapless dress down, releasing my breast, and licks my nipple. I grip his hair. He teases, giving me just a taste. I growl in frustration. I want him to ravish me, take me hard. Helicks his way back up my neck, and when he reaches my lips, he smiles, continuing to work his hips in slow circles. I bite his lip, but still, he doesn’t give in.
“Say it.” His jaw clenches, and his chest heaves with desire, with need. His muscles tremble beneath my touch. He’s torturing himself, too.
I can play this game. Biting my bottom lip, trying to hold back my smile, I rotate my own hips, thrusting against his when he circles back around.
His breath hitches. His mouth slightly parts. I capture his lower lip, sucking it in between my teeth, sliding my hand from his hair to his neck, his chest, his abs. I love the way his muscles twitch from my touch through his dress shirt. Reaching down, I move my dress out of the way to watch as he glides his hard cock in and out of my pussy.
Inching my hands lower, I flick my clit. I look at him through my thickened lashes and massage my clit with my fingers. Leaning my head back against the wall, my eyes roll back, humming as I relish the pleasure.
