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Fucking my cock deep inside of her and growling against her mouth. I’m being taken over by an inner beast. And her eyes grow wide and excited at the appearance he’s making.
“Say it,” she says brokenly, her sex gripping me, her thighs shaking around my waist. “Say every bad thing in your head, baby. I need it. I need it.”
She needs it. I provide.
End of story.
I snarl against her soft mouth, ramming my cock up between her thighs. “Maybe that piece of shit wouldn’t have hit on you if you didn’t leave the house today dressed like an expensive whore.”
Her cunt clamps down around me so hard, I struggle through a breath. And then I don’t care about breathing at all, because I’m making her come. She’s coming between me and the wall, shudder after shudder coursing through her, those big eyes seeing nothing. Clouded with wonder and gratification and the reflection of my hard, domineering features. Even as I wonder who the hell I’ve become, I’m fucking her like a savage. Pummeling her slippery little cunt, my teeth buried in her shoulder, my left hand locked around her throat.
“M-more,” she begs.
I rake my teeth up to her ear, the devil riding my back, his claws sunk into my organs. Possessiveness and jealousy oozes out of the wounds he leaves behind, bleeding into every corner of my being. “Did you wear that dress to make me insane?”
“Yes,” she hiccups. “I know you come here. I knew you’d see me.”
That admission shouldn’t fill me with such pride, such relief, such triumph. But it does. Instead of being alarmed that she knows my usual coffee shop and came here to seduce me, make me jealous, I like it. No, I love it. I love that she thinks about me enough to do something so unusual. I love that she knows my habits. It gives me permission to find out all of hers.
I’m going to know every single one, so help me God.
“Yeah, you came here in the middle of the day hoping for a nice, hard bang, didn’t you?” I lick up the side of her face, growling into her hair. Bouncing her a few times on my lap, then grinding her into the wall and reveling in her broken moan. “Couldn’t even wait to get your dick tease panties off, could you? Such a horny little brat.”
“Byron,” she gasps. And then, my God, she’s climaxing again, moisture spreading where our bodies join, our wet sounds drowning out the falling rain. There is still a bolt turning in my throat, insisting some of the words coming out of my mouth are wrong, unfit for her perfect ears, but when they bring her pleasure, I can’t stop. I can’t do anything but deliver what she needs until…I start to crave her response to the disrespectful words I groan into her ear.
“You’re going to go back to your office with sticky thighs and messy hair. Everyone is going to know you spent your lunchbreak with your legs open.” It doesn’t occur to me until this moment that I’m not wearing a condom. No protection, whatsoever. Christ, I should pull out. Now. I’m on the verge of the most explosive orgasm of my life. But instead of doing the responsible thing, I’ve got her ass cheeks gripped tight in my hands and I’m pounding harder, my teeth on edge, sweat pouring down the sides of my face. “My dirty girl likes it raw,” I heave into her ear, my balls spasming, sending hot liquid up the trunk of my cock. And I follow my primal urge to plant it deep. Every drop. I shove her knees open until they’re flush with the wall and pump upward, holding, grinding my hips, kissing her incredible mouth while spurt after spurt of come empties into her body. “You love getting it bareback in that pretty fuck hole, don’t you?” I grit out against her lips, watching her eyes go dreamlike, almost as if she’s hypnotized. That naked enjoyment, her reaction to me coming inside of her, only heightens the euphoria. “Fuck, Jane. Fuck!”
The ripples invading my abdomen seem like they’re never going to end. Wave after wave of unimaginable pressure passes through my loins, then relief hits, then more pressure. Where is it all coming from? It’s as though I’ve stored this hedonism up for her, just her. Just Jane. And I never want to give it to anyone else again. My body agrees with the decision being made in my chest, hips flexing, pressing, eager to be milked by her tight channel. Dying to leave every ounce of me inside of her perfection.
“Mine,” I say on a shudder, pressing our foreheads together. Falling forward into her body and wrapping my arms around her, hauling her up against me. “Mine.”
