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“What about your booty-call?”
Turning around, I faced him head-on, raising both my brows.
“I thought you wanted to be friends?”
“You don’t seem like you want that.”
He walked towards me slowly. The way he moved was almost predatory, and his dark eyes never left mine. He was throwing me off my game a little bit. I wasn’t sure if I particularly liked that or not.
I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him move in a little closer.
If I told him to throw me down and fuck me in the dirt, would he do it?
Sadly, he didn’t look the type.
Why was it so hard to find a guy that would boss me around? I had this insane fantasy of being dominated, pinned down helplessly as a man fucked and fought me.
I sank my teeth into my lower lip, picturing Max doing just that. I wasn’t a whore, but I would love for a man to treat me like one. Especially a man that looked like him—a stranger that looked like him.
“Do you want to fuck me, Max?” I cocked my head to the side and studied him.
“I want to do a lot of things to you,” he responded flippantly, coming close enough that I could reach out and barely touch him, but not any farther. We stood there, staring at one another, the sexual tension rising by the second. The attraction we so clearly had for one another was unexplainable.
Two people that didn’t know each other shouldn’t look at one other the way we were. Stepping forward, bringing us chest to chest, I looked up at him and grinned.
“So, what are you waiting for?”
The question had barely fallen from my lips before he was lifting me up and forcing my legs around his waist, walking us backward.
His mouth found mine right as my ass landed on the cool, smooth metal of the Toyota’s hood. The liquor on his lips made me want him so much more. The sweet taste urged me on, adding fuel to an already dangerous fire.
I opened my mouth, letting his tongue slip inside, feeling it tangle with mine. He shoved my dress up around my hips. His large hands squeezed my thighs, travelling down to my underwear. When his fingers glided over the scar on my inner thigh, he paused momentarily.
Before he could ruin the moment and ask what it was, I grabbed hold of his shirt, pulling him flush against me. Someone could walk outside and see us at any minute, and I couldn’t care less. There wasn’t anything wrong with being an exhibitionist.
Max pulled slightly away from me, making quick work of his slacks, letting me see he was commando underneath. I swear on everything unholy, I almost wept tears of joy at the sight of his cock. Thank the gene gods he wasn’t a short dick man. Though I already knew he wouldn’t be, it didn’t hurt to have the proof.
He gave me a predatory grin, surprising me by grabbing hold of my ankles and flipping me onto my stomach, causing a soft ‘oomph’ to leave my mouth. I quickly spread my legs, bracing my palms on the car.
“Is this okay?” he checked, pulling my underwear to the side, already pressing the bulbous head of his cock against me.
Instead of giving him a response, I reached between my legs and used two fingers to spread my pussy open for him.
“I’m ready for you,” I damn near purred like a porn star. It didn’t take much foreplay to make me wet when all I’d been doing was fantasizing about sex the last few months.
“You’re a dirty girl, Rose,” he murmured. There was the crinkle of a foil wrapper, and then he was gripping my hips, easing himself inside me.
A soft hiss slipped through my lips from the burn of his intrusion, morphing into a moan when he pulled out and thrust back in.
“Damn,” he sighed, squeezing my hips a little tighter.
“Harder,” I breathed, pushing back as he came forward.
Something was muttered beneath his breath, and then my face was pushed into the Toyota’s hood.
Max gathered my hair in one hand, bracing a muscular arm by the side of my head. He kept my cheek pressed against the cool metal as he did exactly as I requested.
His thrusts were hard but measured. He kept a tight reign of control on himself. I thought we were going to fuck the car out of its parking space with the way we were rocking the vehicle back and forth.
The only thing stopping the people inside Gooskis from hearing my moans was the soft rock music drowning them out. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood, groaning in frustration, struggling to take him deeper.
I wanted him to pull out and fuck my ass without mercy. I almost begged for him to call me dirty again. None of that left my mouth, though. I accepted what he was willing to give me, forcing myself to let it be enough.
