The rhythm he used was somewhere in between possessive and brutal, but I met every hard thrust, arching my back as much as the weighted heat of his body would allow.
Everything about him was sensual, including the way his full lips looked when he made guttural sounds. I remained frozen, trying to get control of any aspect of my breathing while he fucked me. I was enthralled, both of us out of breath. The sensations coursing through me were powerfully electric, leaving my pulse racing even more than just a few moments before.
Even the sound of his hard fucking as our bodies molded together was sensational, adding to the filthy passion. This had to be a sin, but it was one that I would fantasize about for weeks, hell, maybe even months to come.
He rubbed his lips across mine before tilting back his head. The smile on his face was something I would remember for a long time. He pinched my nipples again and while the pain was real, just as explosive as before, I was pushed closer to the moment of rapture. My mystery savior seemed to sense it, whispering direct commands in my ear.
“Are you ready to come for me?” He slowed his actions, grinding against me, stealing every breath until I was almost suffocated.
That’s how amazing his cock felt.
“Uh-huh.” I squeezed my muscles, rewarded with a deep growl.
His hold was possessive, the man proving the point by shifting his fingers to my throat, squeezing until stars floated in front of my eyes. If any other man had attempted something so brazen,I would have done everything in my power to knock him to the floor, calling the cops afterwards. But with this brute of a man, I was spun out of control, in the heated moment with another blast of desire roaring through me.
“Then come, because I’m just getting started and I want you nice and wet.”
Even as dark and possibly twisted as his command, my body responded almost immediately. I could feel it in my toes first, the hard pulsing much like his cock was doing, throbbing to the point my pussy ached.
He thrust long and hard as I tried to hold back, but it was no use. The climax swept through me and I fisted my hands, straining against his hold while savoring every sweet moment of the amazing orgasm.
“Yes. Oh, God. Harder. Fuck me harder.” How had this evening turned into me being able to let go, to toss aside all the worry and fear?
I had no answers. All I knew was that I was thrown straight into pure, raw ecstasy.
Kendrick refused to stop, pushing me hard, moving faster. Every action was rough. His fingers digging into my wrists, his hand cupping and squeezing my breast. When he twisted my nipple once again, I was nearly spun out of control.
Gasping, I arched my back, struggling to breathe. The sensations were dazzling, white hot in a way I’d never experienced. I moved with him, the rush of adrenaline keeping me on edge.
Only when I started to come down from the intense high did he slow his actions.
I had no idea what else he had in mind, but as soon as he released his hold on my hands, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
Clinging to him.
Squeezing my legs against him.
Lolling my head on his shoulder.
Maybe I was in a complete fog because it took me a few seconds to realize he was moving, taking me somewhere else. And I didn’t care where.
I only opened my eyes when I felt the cool ocean breeze kissing my heated skin. With my eyes still unfocused, I lifted my head, now staring at the soft waves rolling against the shore.
We were outside on the deck in the darkness, the warm light from inside creating a shimmering glow. He lowered me to my feet, turning me around slowly. I gripped the railing, enjoying the way he crowded my space with his massive body.
He said nothing, but the silence said volumes. He was right. I felt completely safe here with him. In his arms. The sound of the water was peaceful, the lights from South Beach twinkling in the distance. This was the perfect location and being outside was more than a little bit sinful.
It was positively filthy.
“Aren’t you worried we’re being watched?” I dared ask.
“I hope we are. Then the bastards will know what they are missing.” The gravelly sound of his voice was thrilling, sending chills through me. He was just as powerful as I’d thought, only ina quiet, more reserved way. “Besides, I do own you. If only for a few days.”
Where his words should trouble me, they had the opposite effect. Maybe a tiny part of me had hungered for a dominating man.
He pressed his cock into my aching bottom, shifting back and forth. When I arched my back, he laughed softly, biting down on my neck until I allowed a single moan to escape.
“You’re full of spice,” he muttered and slipped his cock against my swollen folds.
