She scowled. “That’s none of your?—”
I kissed her again but reared back before she could bite me again. This feistiness was going to make me come too soon. She kept her hand on the back of my head, her fingers threaded through my hair as she panted and glanced at my mouth again.
“Yes. Yes, it is.Youare my business now. Are you a virgin?”
She tipped her chin up and refused to speak.
I turned her head toward mine and kissed her again. Drugging her with long licks and tender sucks, I devoured her. She was moaning. I was growling. I stole her breath and she robbed me of thoughts. All that existed was this heat, this sizzling spark to keep this tether of desire between us.
“Carina,” I warned as I gathered her dress up and slid it higher until I could reach between her legs. “Are you a virgin?”
Her mouth fell open as I ripped her panties. Then I stroked my fingers through her arousal and seriously had to wonder.
She couldn’t be that naïve, only eight years younger than me. Yet as I inserted my finger into her tight, slick entrance and wasrewarded with a sexy whimper of need, I prayed that she was untouched.
The thought of owning her, of being theonlyman to do this to her sweet cunt, was too much of a thrill.
“Are you?—”
“Not for long!” She frowned as I removed my hand from her needy pussy.
“Are you fond of this dress?” I asked, kissing along her jaw, addicted to the sweetness of her flesh. The neediness in her sassy voice drove me wild.
She could act like an ice princess, but she was red-hot and raving mad for me to touch her.
“No! Just— Hey! Wait!”
I crawled up higher, kneeling between her legs instead of lying against her. With both hands on the hem of her dress, I teased myself with a brush of my knuckles on her breasts.
There was no time to slow down tonight, no chance I could hold out to taste them and mark them, to savor all of her, all this sweetness no one had ever touched before me.
Right now, all I could manage was to grip the fabric and yank hard until I shredded the dress in two halves.
She lay there, her smooth skin sunkissed and golden, cutting a sharp contrast to the pure white of her gown splayed out from her.
“This is just an arrangement,” I reminded her, pleased with how she could barely catch her breath, parting her legs and giving me a torturous look of need.
“Yeah. It means nothing,” she said wryly on a helpless exhale.
I kneeled close, rammed my thighs against hers to spread her more open, and lined up my dripping cockhead to her body. Then I slammed in. All the way. I was in deep, and the glorious squeeze nearly made me come then and there.
“Ah!” She cried out, arching up as she winced in pain.
I grunted, my breath knocked out of me. She was strangling me. So tight. So soaked and slippery and slick. But so fucking tight.
Lowering while I stayed wedged in to the hilt, I gathered her in my arms. She tensed, but as I closed my mouth around her tit and sucked on her beaded nipple, she slowly brought her arms around my neck. And held on.
Fuck. Me.
Ice?
This woman was pure fire. She branded me with the grip of her hand. She seared me with her pussy swallowing my dick. And she lit a fire of potent and explosive lust that charged through my blood like a wicked drug.
Alternating between kissing and sucking on one breast, then the other, I pulled out then thrust right back in again.
Over and over.
I was already on the edge. I was already too close.
