With an intense deliberateness, he pulled one arm over my head then the other, wrapping his fingers around both wrists. When he pressed me against the refrigerator, the force was enough that whatever was stored on top rattled.
A single eyebrow arched, and he lifted his head. Even the smile on his face couldn’t hide his intense longing, the look even more predatory.
I wiggled in his hold, unable to keep from peering down at his massive cock.
“Are you hungry, my wildcat?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need my dick buried deep inside of you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Another smile flickered across his lips before he bent his head, swiping his tongue back and forth across my aching nipple. Every slow and easy movement sent a series of vibrations through my body, a warmth like I’d never felt before.
I lolled my head to the side as he brushed his lips to my other hardened bud, sucking before biting the tender tissue. As he reared back, his look full of admiration, I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
When he let go of my arms, I slowly allowed them to fall until they were draped around his shoulders.
With his chest heaving, he forced one of my legs around his hip, positioning the tip of his thick, long cock against my pussy lips. The ache inside was almost painful as the desire whipped into a frenzy.
The moment he plunged the entire length inside, I banged my head against the stainless steel and drove my fingernails into his shoulder.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. Fuck.”
He laughed hearing my dirty words, shifting back and forth until he was fully seated inside. “Your fucking pussy is drenched, Wildcat. I adore that about you. I’ll be the only man who makes you this way.”
“Uh-huh.” There was no denying his promise. At this moment, I didn’t want anyone else.
My muscles stretched while still clamping around the thick invasion.
His hand brushed aimlessly down my arm to my leg, all the while his cock pulsing deep inside, the thick cords in his neck tense.
“You crave my cock?”
“Maybe.”
“Your wet pussy betrays you.”
I laughed, the sound totally ripped with lust. He pulled out until just the tip was inside and I dragged the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip. Being able to draw his attention left me with a feeling of power.
My own sense of control.
He casually thrust inside once again and I leaned my head against the cold surface, thankful for the slight relief from the explosive heat. Yet the tingling sensations continued to pool in my belly. The chill wouldn’t last for long.
I was lit with pleasure, the rush of pure bliss keeping me unable to focus. He pulled out again. This time I whimpered.
“You can’t get enough, you dirty little girl.” The deep chuckle was empowering and when he pinched my nipple between his fingers, I arched my back.
As he started to pound into me, I felt as if I was freefalling. I clamped my legs against him, trying to meet every brutal plunge.
“You’re so tight. So goddamn wet.” His voice was so deep, so husky that I was forced to strain to hear him.
As he fucked me, I fell into the same sweet rhythm, clawing his arms, marking him with my nails the way he was doing with his scent on my skin.
We rocked together, the large appliance moving with us. There was something even more powerful about the rush and raw adrenaline.
He was savage in his actions, even wrapping one hand around my throat, lifting my chin with his thumb. His eyes bore into mine, his breathing coming at exactly the same beat.
