“I’ll buy you a whole fucking store.” He unbuckles his belt, rips down his zipper, and grabs hold of my leg just behind the knee.
“Kaz, what are you— oh, god!” I’m thrown back against the wall when he thrusts his cock into me.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He nuzzles into my neck as he drives into me.
“Kaz.” I wrap my arms up and around his shoulders, clinging to him.
“Yes, sweetheart, say my name. Scream it when you come.” He bites at my earlobe. “Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and do that?”
“Yes, sir.” My throat dries. I’m gasping for air. Clinging to him for support.
My mind is a twister of erotic and erratic thoughts. His name flashes over and over again. The sound of his low, guttural grunts pushes me closer and closer to an edge I want to dive headfirst over.
“So good, so good for me.” His voice rumbles against my ear.
I’m dizzy with arousal.
My skin is hot. My lungs burn.
Electric tingles fire throughout my body.
“My girl. You’re mine now. Mine.” He kisses my cheek. “Say it, sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine.”
I grab at his shoulder, fisting his shirt.
“Yours, Kaz. I’m yours.”
I slide my leg up higher, hooking it on his hip. It spreads me more for him, and he plows deeper.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He emphasizes each word with a thrust, and my eyes cross.
His fingers dig into my ass. His tongue runs along my jawline.
It’s too much. He’s too much.
And still I want more.
Desperately need more.
He shifts his hips, and I’m stretched even more around him.
“Kaz—” his name comes out a breath and my body rolls into a tsunami sized orgasm.
He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t hesitate. He drives harder into me, faster.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Come hard. Fuck, I can feel—fuck, you’re so sweet.” His words barely register as the waves get higher, dragging me into a sea I would gladly drown in.
I grab at his shirt tighter, nearly tearing the fabric as he continues to plow into me.
Again and again, he kisses me, until I’m barely aware of the world outside the two of us.
Another thrust, and he freezes. His mouth presses against my ear.
It’s been minutes or maybe seconds—time is irrelevant now—before he pulls back from me.
My face is hot. My skin feels sticky beneath my dress.
He brushes his mouth against mine in a soft, tender kiss.
