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There would be no stopping now.
The clink of his belt froze me in place, as I started to backpedal. Okay, maybe we wouldn’t go down this road today, after all. We’d never done anything like this before, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Tatzilla felt my body tense at his action and pulled back. Observing me closely, he peered into my eyes, another challenge rising.
“You’re not scared, are you,Peaches?”
How he knew precisely which question would flip my fear into reckless stupidity, I never understood. But somehow, Tatzilla could read me better than I could myself and always understoodexactlywhat I needed. And when he added the extra adoration onto Peach, I was a goner.
It was sexy man witchcraft if I ever heard it. Tilting my chin, I stared back, dead on.
“What’s there to be scared of?You?” I chuckled, the sound a bit manic as it rushed out. “I can take whatever you dish out, Evans. Haven’t you learned that by now?”
“Oh, Peach, your mouth is cashing checks I don’t think you can afford. Time to play and see.”
He wrapped his belt around my wrists, binding them over my head. Looping the belt back together, he placed it on the coat hook on the back of the door. Since it was currently summer, it was empty, and my hands slid down easily before pulling taut. His gaze as he took me in was devilish and reminded me exactly who I was dealing with.
“That’s more like it.Now, you can’t run away or try to take control. I have you exactly where I want you.”
If he didn’t look and sound so sexy when he said it, I might’ve kneed him in the groin. Tatzilla licked up my neck and swirled the stud around the curvature. I wanted to hate it. I even tried to push him away. But even with the excuse of my arms bound this time, I was never successful at stopping him. It felt too good to care.
Tatzilla’s hands roamed my body, treating me like I was a masterpiece. Despite hating one another 98% of the time, it was the other 2% where he made me feelworshipped. He made me feel like the sexiest woman alive when we were together, and, being on the curvy side, it was something I craved. Maybe it was why I always caved to him, but in reality, I knew it was because it felt too good to give up.
You could say whatever you wanted about making love, but I’d come to believe lust-filled hate sex was a top contender for the ultimate horizontal tango.
“Time to remind you who’s boss at this store, Peach.”
I should be nervous or worried, but my body was so taut with sexual tension and turned on, all I could think about was the pleasure he could give me. If he didn’t touch me soon, I was afraid I’d combust from sexual frustration. In a surprising move, he dropped to his knees, and for a moment, the belt pulled, digging into my wrists. I winced at the sting as the belt held all my weight. The small bite of pain had been unexpected, gravity taking control. Hanging on the door, I couldn’t even touch the ground, my toes barely scraping the surface.
Thankfully, the alphahole didn’t leave me suspended for long and settled my legs over his shoulders. The move helped to redistribute my weight, providing me with relief from the belt. When Tatzilla nosed himself under my dress and into my crotch, I jumped. He rubbed his face across my panties, and I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric. Tatzilla’s hot breath fanned over my skin, and I was on edge as I waited to see what he’d do next.
His tongue dipped around the edge of my panties, his stud hitting my clit briefly before he lowered them down. Lifting one leg up, he pulled the fabric off before lifting the other to do the same. I’d become so distracted by his actions, I hadn’t paid attention to where his focus was as he settled my knees on his shoulders.
Within seconds, his tongue plunged into me, his stud scraping along the sides of my walls before coming up to flick my clit. It was the most fantastic feeling in the world, and a long moan escaped me as I gave in to the pleasure.
Tatzilla growled seductively as he pulled back, a smug expression on his face. “Mmm, seems you like that, Peach. Now, it’s time I had my cream.”
I couldn’t even make out his words as he kept tongue loving me, sending waves of intense satisfaction through me with each stroke. When Tatzilla started scissoring his fingers as well, I was seconds away from orgasming on his face. Just as I began to feel my body tighten, he pulled away and dropped my legs. The pain of the leather bit into my skin again, but it was the loss of the orgasm that had me crying out to him.
“Mother of Pearl! What do you think you’re doing, or more likenotdoing?” I screeched.
Taking in his smug smile, I knew then it’d been intentional. What I hadn’t noticed, though, was when he’d stood, he’d lowered his pants just enough to allow his manhood to pop free. So, as he distracted me with his smirk and fuddled my mind with the loss of orgasm, Tatzilla stroked himself.
“I’m showing you who’s boss, remember,Peaches?”
He’d moved closer, his words a caress over my mouth, breathing them into me. When he grabbed my legs, I instinctively wrapped them back around him. Tatzilla was a sex master, skilled in distraction techniques and misdirection. While my brain focused on shouting at him, he’d cleverly moved into position to dominate me.
Right as he reminded me I washispeach, Tatzilla slammed his cock into me in one fluid movement. I’d opened my mouth to tell him off, but instead, a loud moan escaped, my body’s welcoming call to him. His lips lowered back to mine a second later, swallowing the last of the sound. With my hands bound above me, and his hands clenching my butt, I stayed perfectly immobilized while he screwed me against the door. The force of his movements banged us against the door, the frame rattling with each thrust.
There was no point in being quiet. Everyone in the shop knew we hate-humped on the regular, and I was pretty sure they took bets on how long we’d go between them. This period of time had been long, and after four weeks, I didn’t want to admit I’d missed it.
Slamming into me over and over, my body started to rebound its earlier orgasm. This was the kicker, really. Because as I stared into his eyes during these brief moments of intimacy, I could almost make out—
“Lennox! Can you turn on the stove for me? I want to make some mac n’ cheese.”
Jumping up at the noise, I blinked at the interruption as I came back into the land of the living, waking from my sex dream. Dagnabit! And right before the good stuff too. For some reason, I felt I was doubly robbed of an orgasm now. Fake or not.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I peeled the book cover off my face that had somehow adhered there via the stream of drool I’d excreted over the past few hours. I’d fallen asleep at my desk while reading my newest smutty book. My mom had needed me to watch Noah for a few hours, but since he was twelve, he didn’t need to be entertained. I’d given in to the call of my new book. I’d also started sketching a new tattoo design, and as I lifted my other hand, it was stuck to the piece of paper I’d been working on.
Well, fiddlesticks! I liked that drawing.
