“And the Kindle book.” I knew he wanted me to read it, or he wouldn’t have told me where to find it.
“And?”
“And that's not how our story ends.”
My mouth landed on his, and I gave him the kiss he’d been waiting for all night. The kiss I’d been waiting for.
I stopped kissing him long enough to tell him, “But I did like the sharing scene out in the field, where the scent of daisies brought back her sweet lover and the wind took him away again, replacing him with someone else. With you. . . I want that. But only if you’re well enough to do this.”
“I’m doing this.”
“Then make me forget. Make me forget what’s going to happen. What has happened. Make all the pain go away. Just make me forget it all.”
He prevented me from saying more by his tongue entering my mouth, taking over and possessing the space. I welcomed it, enjoying the taste of whatever mint was dissolving on his tongue.
His hands became eager, pulling at my dress. He wasn’t gentle, wasn’t caring as he hiked it up over my hips. His fast fingers moved to his own clothes, and he managed to unzip his jeans with me on top of him.
He pulled his cock free and nudged the material of my underwear to the side with his knuckles. I helped by holding it in position for him, my other hand placed the flower behind his ear and moved to his shaft. He was already hard, and his prominent veins were digging into my palm as I fisted him.
I swallowed the puff of smoke that emanated from between his lips as he broke off our kiss to breathe easier.
I stalled, my hand on him going slack.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” His eyes blinked twice. Very fast. Very needy. “Now, put my cock inside your pussy and make me come. It’ll be nice to have you do the work for once.” He laughed, sounding like his usual cruel self.
But I didn’t let that get to me, and it certainly didn’t deter me from following his orders. His fingers spread on my back, preventing me from falling as I angled myself backwards to put him inside me.
He looked down at me, at my legs spread around him. At his cock nearing my swollen pussy lips. At the moisture his dirty talk had pulled from me.
“Oh, fuck,” he mumbled, biting his lower lip and looking sexy as fuck while doing it.
His free hand pulled at my dress, ripping the thin material down the front. My small breasts fell out into his view, my nipples, pricked by the cold air, hardened and captured his gaze, stealing it from my wet pussy.
I slid his bell over my clit, and the little balls of steel sent a wave of pleasure through me.
“Fuck. . .” I whispered, doing it again and again and again. “Oh, God, I want you.”
“I am your fucking god.”
I nodded, because he felt just like a fucking god as he stretched my body, forcing me to accept him. He leaned forward, his legs rocking the swing. His mouth clamped down on one of my nipples, his fingers kneading the other. He sucked, pulling the sensitive bud between his perfect teeth, and bit with the right amount of pleasure for it to feel good.
As he swung us higher, his cock reached new places inside me, and it felt euphoric. “You’re so big. You feel so good.”
I arched my back, finding my own rhythm as we swung back and forth.
My words ignited the fire inside him that I was so used to. It freed the beast that used me for his pleasure and the demonic force that came with it, manipulating me into enjoying it.
As the swing reeled back, our bodies drifted apart, and aswe came back down, I came down harder on his cock.
I tossed my head back, my hands running over his clothed torso. I wanted more. I want my fingertips leaving kisses on his skin.
He read my mind, slipping out of his jacket and pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. My fingers felt the magnetic pull back to his body, roaming and feeling every inch.
His mouth moved over mine, sucking at my neck, nibbling at my ears, and nipping at my jaw with sharp teeth.
