Page 16 of Tiger Betrayal

His arm muscles were flexed with his movement, and she hugged his bicep as she moved her hips with the pace he rubbed her.

“Inside,” she whispered desperately, and he obeyed, sliding his finger into her.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, melting even lower into the seat.

He set the perfect pace to drag an orgasm from her fast. That man knew exactly what to do with her body, and she rocked her hips against his touch over and over. She slid her hand over her jeans, over his hand and pressed him harder to her as she closed her eyes and cried out.

Her orgasm happened fast, gripping his finger in hard, sharp pulses.

She turned and bit his arm gently as she tensed.

When she looked up at him, his eyes were on fire. He wore a hungry smirk and was touching her slower, dragging the satisfying throbbing from her body until there was nothing left.

He pulled his finger from her and said it again. “Good girl.” And then he put his finger into his mouth and sucked at the flavor of her.

He rolled his eyes closed and then opened them again, focused on driving. He adjusted himself, spreading his knees wider, and she could see how ready he was.

He unfastened his jeans and unsheathed his huge, thick cock. He took himself in hand and dragged his grip up the shaft, then back down, legs tense.

“Let me,” she whispered, feeling a confidence that had never belonged to her before.

She unbuckled and laid across the bench seat, took him in hand and slid her lips over the head of his cock.

She took him into her mouth and slid up and down him. Stellan was so tense, his leg muscles like steel under her free hand. He was huge, so she needed her other hand to grip the base while she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

His hand found the back of her hair and gripped her gently, guiding her into a faster pace.

She’d never been more turned on.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Fuck. Laramie.”

She smiled and took him deeper, lapping at his cock as she stayed deep.

He pulled her by the hair gently until she had to sit up. She looked around, conscious for the first time the entire drive that a world existed outside of them.

They were parked somewhere with a fence on one side and the side wall of a house on the other.

“Take your pants off,” he muttered.

If she’d been able to convince herself he was human before now, his molten eyes couldn’t pass for that now.

She should care. She should care! But she didn’t.

She slid her jeans down her thighs, panties and all, and kicked out of her shoes and the fabric.

She turned and he guided her immediately onto his lap. He’d shoved his jeans halfway down his thighs and his erection jutted straight up. God, he was so hot.

Hungry for it, she settled onto his lap and rubbed herself against his shaft. She was so wet, and Stellan’s grip on her hips only made her wetter.

He eased her upward and slid her down over his dick. She took him slowly, eyes on the intensity of his face.

She loved how obvious he was with how good he was feeling. It made her feel powerful.

Slowly, she began to ride him, thighs tensing every time she eased upward. He’d pulled the seat back, and she was only touching the steering wheel with her tailbone when she sat on him deep.

This felt so good, the pressure started growing inside of her quickly.

Stellan pulled her shirt over her head, and her hair fell in front of her face all messy.