Page 108 of Slapshot Bride

“Just a little, please…” she says against my jaw.

“Baby…”

Her mouth finds mine. Her hands are at my collar, pulling, and she swings one leg over and I have both hands on her waist, which is the wrong strategy because it gives her something to brace against, and she uses it.

“Baby.” I pull back. “Hey.”

She looks at me. Her hair is in her face. Her mouth is red.

I'm going to need a minute.

“Let me get us home,” I say. “Be a good girl. Can you do that for me?”

She holds my gaze. Something clears in her eyes, not much, just enough.

“Fine,” she says. But she doesn't go back to her seat. She sits sideways in the passenger seat with her feet in my lap and her hand on my thigh for the entire drive, which she knows isn't easier, and which I don't complain about.

I get her through the front door.

She makes it in by three steps, and I grab her hand and yank her against the door as soon as it clicks shut. I don’t give her time to recover.

I kiss her. Hard.

She whimpers, clawing at my chest, hands everywhere, lips on mine, and her teeth sinking into them.

She’s gone feral.

I stop and turn her around until she’s pressed to the door, back deliciously arched, and hips firmly resting against mine. I wrap her hair in my hand and lightly tug while leaning until my lips are pressed to her ear.

“Is this what you want? To get fucked hard?”

“Yes, please…”

“And you didn’t care if they saw? You wanted it so desperately that you wanted to show everyone what’s mine?”

She doesn’t answer, but I don’t wait for one.

I step back, make quick work of her jeans, and snap off her panties, until she’s bare from the waist down.

“Tell me, Riley… is this what you want? To show everyone how badly you want it?”

My hand lands on her ass cheeks, and she jolts forward in shock, but a needy whimper falls from her lips, reverberating around us.

My free hand wraps around her waist and slides between her legs to find her drenched. I deliver another sharp slap to her clit and she squeals.

“Tell me what you want, baby. All of it.” I start rubbing her clit and lean in to kiss her neck. I lick a trail to her ear and lightly bite the lobe.

She trembles, her juice soaking my fingers.

“Come on, be a good girl and tell me what you want. Every little dirty fantasy in this pretty head. I promised you I’ll give you whatever you want, didn’t I?”

“Mmm…”

I slap her clit again, and her body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

I don’t wait for her to completely ride the waves. I fall to my knees behind her, spread her legs wide apart, and her ass cheeks until I see her glistening pussy, pulsing and begging for attention. I take a long lick.