I whimper at the sensation of his lips on my skin, internally cursing myself for not holding it back.
He kneads my flesh, stroking his thumb along the outer edge of my panties. Then he pushes the fabric into the crack of my ass, leaving one ass cheek exposed.
“Don’t ever run,” he says again.
Then his palm connects with my skin.
I cry out, my voice hitting the tree and bouncing straight back at me and ringing in my ears.
“So pretty and red,” he says, rubbing my stinging skin.
He spanks me again.
Harder.
I grit my teeth and hiss.
“That’s one of the things I like most about you, your fire,” he rasps, kissing my neck again.
“Fuck you,” I snap.
“You know I don’t want to let you go, Princess,” he says, his voice hoarse as he strokes the burning flesh on my ass. “It’s the last thing I want.”
He lowers me enough that my feet flatten on the floor, and I spin inside his arms, ready to unleash hell on him. But the second my eyes lock onto fiery green burning with bright gold, I stop, and my voice deserts me.
“You want another man?” His eyes are intent on mine, pinching at the corners like he’s bracing himself for my answer. “You want to fuck another guy?”
I tip my chin up. “Maybe,” I say, wanting to rile him even more.
“This not good enough for you?”
He grabs my hand and places it over the erection inside his jeans. The heat of it seeps through the fabric. He squeezes his fingers around mine, until I curl mine around his dick.
A rough hiss leaves his lips, and he plants his hand against the tree beside my head and looks at my hand on him.
“Take it out,” he rasps.
I squeeze, digging my nails into the denim. “Why should I?”
He snaps his eyes up to mine, and I clench my thighs together, heat pooling between them at the animalistic dominance in his gaze.
“Take my cock out, Princess,” he says slowly.
“Why should I?” I say back even slower.
His eyes blaze and he runs his tongue over his lower lip.
“You’re the only one I want, Sinclair. And I need to hear you tell me that I’m the only one you want too.”
I hitch a brow, feigning indifference. But the scent of his warm skin is making my pulse race as he leans closer.
“You want to get your dick out in the forest, then do it yourself,” I say, my core igniting like fuel on a fire as his pupils blow wide at my defiance.
“Fine,” he snaps.
He tugs the button on his jeans open and tears down the zipper, pulling his cock out. I glance at it, making sure my face remains neutral as I take in the thickness of it, the way it’s swollen and angry looking. And so impossiblyhard.
He wraps his hand around it and jerks himself off slowly. My pulse throbs in my pussy as the fat head of it swells and glistening drops ooze out.
