“More,” I whisper.
“Good.” He withdraws and then pumps in harder.
My body melts, all sweet and soft and creamy for his cock. This is how he expects things to be. He’ll spank me and then take me, whenever and wherever he wants.
My mind rattles at the edges of protest, but I’m too far gone. My pussy clenches around him, and an orgasm rips through me. I gasp and dig my nails into the cushions while he continues to fuck my dripping pussy.
“C,” I husk, the sensations still rippling through me.
His grip tightens, but he slows, throbbing hard inside me. “In a minute,” he says, driving deep. “Lift that beautiful ass,” he says, giving it a hard swat.
I moan at the heat and the way his thick cock impales me. I raise my booty as commanded.
“That’s it. Gorgeous. I can’t wait to fuck your little hole. I’m gonna make you whimper and cry. You’re gonna learn to love taking me there.”
My pussy spasms, and another orgasm drags me into pleasure.
He groans as he spills his seed into me. “Feels so good.”
After a few harsh breaths, he pulls out and takes a step back. I hear him zip his trousers, and my face flames, remembering finally that we’re in a public place. There’s stickiness coating my thighs, and I wonder why I’m only becoming embarrassed now.
“Stand up,” he says, tugging my hair.
I rise and turn, not anxious to meet his eyes. He kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth, his body hard against mine.
When he lets me go, I know I’m a mess. My wild hair cascades over my shoulders, my dress is bunched around my waist, and my panties are still lowered as moisture drips down my thighs.
He smiles and kisses me again. “I love the way you look right now, dirty girl.” He cups my cheek with his palm. “But go get cleaned up.”
I step away, pulling my panties up and arranging myself in my dress before ducking into the bathroom.
* * *
Connor
I open the shutter to look down over the street. My mind is not on the people passing by. My mind is on the way Zoe looked with her ass up in the air while I whipped it and then fucked her. It was a pretty sight. And so was the way her body responded to everything I did.
Being with her is more satisfying than I’d ever imagined it could be. I flex my muscles and stretch, thinking about the ways things might play out between us.
I live a dangerous life. A wild, ‘no holds barred’ kind of life. Since I never know when it might be over, I do whatever the hell I want when I’m not doing what it takes to survive. She’s young and pretty innocent, despite her close association with Frank Palermo. How much do I want her to see? Do I try to keep her shielded from it? Or do I bring her all the way in?
I know what I want. I want her close—as close as possible. But it doesn’t make sense to tell her much when she’s not committed. All this talk about going back to her own place when she’s got everything she needs at mine. She’s holding back. Like she’s trying to keep a foot in each camp. I can tell her that’s not going to work. It’s one side or the other.
And I know I can give her things she craves. She’s wanted me since she was eighteen and experiencing my dominant side has does nothing to quench her thirst. I adjust my cock, which is already stirring as I think again about having her body under mine.
She emerges, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. I kiss her, and then call down for food and drinks.
“Sit back and relax,” I say.
She tosses her dark curls over her shoulders and looks up at me. “We should probably be more careful.”
“Is that what you want?” I ask.
She smiles. “Not exactly.”
“Me neither. So whatever we should do is probably not what we’re going to do, is it?”
She laughs softly and finally leans back into the cushions. “I guess not.”
