I barely knew the man. Yet, I couldn’t seem to care about any of that right now. “My place. Now,” I said, biting on his lower lip as he tried to pull back.
“Too far.”
He grabbed my hand and tugged me around the corner of the building to a parking lot where a tiny house sat. Seconds later, the door was open, and he was tugging me through and to the back where a large bed filled out the space.
“Is this the same place the picture?—”
But I never got to finish. His lips crashed down on mine as his fingers tore at my clothes. Chills skated across my skin from the lack of heat, but it didn’t last long. His large hand cupped my breast, tugging at my nipple as his tongue slid along my neck.
Incoherent sounds slipped from my lips with every touch of his fingers across my skin. My teeth chattered as his fingers skimmed the waistline of my pants before flicking the button and lowering the zipper.
“Oh God,” I murmured as his fingers slid over the curls on my mound, tugging harshly.
“Fucking sexy,” he growled.
It was at that moment that my brain started to question when the last time I shaved was. For mere seconds, terror washed over me that he would touch my legs, or worse, my pussy, and find that I was a horrible mess.
But then his finger slipped inside me, and I forgot about everything else. The rough pads of his fingers massaged my insides, pumping hard as he thrust into me. I had never felt anything as amazing or addicting as the feel of this man touching me.
“Take me out,” he rasped as he sucked on my neck. “I need your hand around my cock.”
Tugging at his pants, I wrapped my hand around his thick length, whimpering at how large he was.
And he was all mine.
But it wasn’t enough to have my hand around his cock. I needed to feel him, to taste him. More than anything, I wanted to see this brute of a man fall apart because of me.
I wanted all the power, to know that he was at my mercy.
Stepping back, I lowered myself to my knees, never taking my eyes off his. The brilliant blue of his eyes immediately brightened as he realized what I was doing, but before I could take him in my hand and wrap my lips around his cock, his hand shot out, gripping a clump of my hair.
A low growl emanated from his lips as he held me back, but the moment I wrapped my hand around his cock and my tongue darted out, he was lost. Salt coated my tongue as I licked the tip, swirling my mouth around the crown.
The hold on my hair tightened with every inch I took of him into my mouth, and when I had him all the way to the back of my throat, he cursed hard, yanking his cock from my lips, only to shove himself all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck!” he shouted, his grip once again tight in my hair as he forced himself to gain just a little control. And in that second, I wrapped my hand around the base of his veiny cock and sucked hard.
He cried out as he pumped into my mouth, chasing an orgasm that I wasn’t ready to give him yet. The feel of his cock in my mouth, the way he filled me, and how wet I was only spurred me on. I wanted to keep him there for as long as possible, to remember this moment, because I was positive he would run when this was over.
Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes as he started fucking my mouth, giving me no room for air. But I loved every second of it, memorized the way he felt against my tongue.
And then he was gone.
Gasping for air, I looked up at him through tear-coated eyes, into his tormented face.
He was going to throw me out.
“Sam—”
Gripping me by the arms, he tugged me to my feet and slammed his lips down on mine. Sliding my fingers through his hair, I gripped his thick mane and held him to me, refusing to let him go.
We stumbled a step, hitting the bed and tumbling back until his body was pressed to mine. He didn’t waste a second unclasping my bra, and then his lips sought out my nipples, tugging one into his mouth. The material ripped in two and sharp pains stretched across my back from the bra digging into my skin just before it broke.
“Fuck, these tits,” he growled, cupping them as his thumb brushed across my nipple.
I was on overload as he jerked his hips, his cock pressing against my clit as he pinched and tortured me. I lifted my hips and squirmed out of my pants, spreading my legs just as he gripped my waist and his cock slid inside me in one sharp thrust.
Crying out, I bit down on his shoulder as my body adjusted to his girth.
