She brought her lips to him and blew a soft breath across his flesh, then swirled her tongue around the tip, licking and teasing him as she continued to stroke him with her fist. Just when he thought he couldn’t take another moment of the teasing, she moaned and closed her lips around him, taking him in so fucking deep it made him shudder.
“Charlotte,” he growled, fisting her hair. “Keep doing that, and I’m going to come right inside that dirty mouth of yours.”
She looked up at him through her dark lashes, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Dorian’s warning had only served to encourage her, and now she cupped his balls, teasing them as she sucked him in deeper, harder, her mouth so hot and wet and soft and…
“Fuck, I’m…” Dorian could hardly form words. “You’re so…Fuck…”
She pulled away in an instant, his cock mourning the sudden loss of her lips. “Don’t youdarecome without me, Mr. Redthorne.”
The look in her eyes went from mischievous to ferocious, a raging storm intent on utter destruction. Dorian was powerless in its path.
She dragged him down into the leaves and pushed him onto his back, climbing on top and straddling him.
Dorian barely had time to catch his breath before she fisted him again, guiding him inside her, claiming his cock with a single demanding thrust.
“Fuck me hard, Dorian,” she breathed.
Dorianhatedgiving up control, but this was…Bloodyhell, it was everything. Bare flesh on soft, wet leaves. A cool breeze caressing warm skin. The scent of fireplaces and fallen apples and the first bite of winter in the air. The perfect arch of her hips as she took him in deeper, her fingers digging into his shoulders, the faint hum of the blood racing through her veins.
Fuck yes, woman.
Dorian grabbed her hips, thrusting up as she ground down against him, their bodies colliding as they both fought for control. She took what she wanted, what she needed, rising onto her knees and then slamming back down again, her breasts bouncing inside the tight flannel, her fingernails scoring his flesh like claws.
Every thrust unleashed more of her inner wildness, her fierceness. She was getting close to the edge again, losing herself, ready to fall.
Dorianwasn’tready. He didn’t want this fucking moment to end.
“Wait,” he whispered. “Wait.”
“No.” She gripped his face and leaned in close, her long hair spilling into his mouth, a dark fire burning in her gaze that only made him harder. “You said youownthis pussy, Dorian. Prove it. Make ithurt.”
Fuckinghell, the ferocity of her demands nearly made him come right there.
With a deep growl, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down against his mouth, licking and biting her neck, her jaw, her ear. He wanted to be everywhere at once, kissing her, sucking her,consumingher.
He slid his hands down her back and gripped her ass, bucking wildly against her willing flesh. Suddenly, he couldn’t get in that pussy deep enough, fast enough,hardenough. Dorian was out of his mind with desire, his balls heavy and aching to unleash hell.
“You’ll always be my bad girl,” he breathed, then raised a hand and brought it down hard against the bare flesh of her ass. She cursed his name and begged him for more, and Dorian was happy to oblige, alternating hot, hard spankings with a soothing touch, pushing her to the very edge of her limits.
“You make me crazy in thebestway,” she breathed, still desperate for more. “I coulddiefor this cock.”
Fuck… that mouth of hers was going to deliver him straight into madness. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not like this.
Dorian wrapped her in his arms and flipped them over, pinning her beneath him. Charlotte didn’t fight him this time, didn’t try to take back the control he’d ceded earlier. She raked her nails down his back and arched her body, and he tore her flannel open to reveal the luscious curves of her breasts, her auburn hair splayed out on the carpet of leaves like a flame, her cheeks pink and glistening, her mouth parted in ecstasy.
Charlotte was a vision.
He continued to fuck her—toownher—just like she’d commanded. Lowering his mouth to her nipple, he bit her through the bra, then pushed the lace aside and licked, soothing the sting of the bite before sucking her into his mouth, his lips caressing her skin while his tongue teased the stiff, rosy peak.
The first tremors finally rocked through her thighs, slowly building to a crescendo as she panted and thrashed beneath him, and Dorian felt the answering call in his own body, his muscles tightening, everything in him ready to burst.
He brought his mouth to hers and breathed her name, and the feel of her soft sighs against his lips pushed him over the edge, driving him to euphoria as he sank deep inside her, burying himself, losing himself, unraveling, and when she finally reached her own breaking point, their cries of passion were indistinguishable, their bodies wringing out every last drop of pleasure until they were utterly spent.
Sticky and exhausted and unable to form words, they collapsed side by side onto the leaves, closed their eyes, and chased the sound of their wild heartbeats into oblivion.
* * *
“I thought I saw them in the rose garden a little while ago, but I… Oh, for fuck’s sake, Dorian!”
