“Feel what?” Her nipples are already hard, pressing into me, and I know she wants more.
“Feel this.” I slide my hand inside her satin shorts. When I realize she isn’t wearing panties, my lips sprawl into a smirk.
Good girl.
The tip of my middle finger immediately finds her clit, warm, bare, slick, soft. She moans and bites her lip, holding it in her teeth as I tease her. But I’m not ready for her to come, as much as I know that just ten seconds of rubbing her could do the trick.
Not yet. Not like this.
I run my fingers lower, tickling the entrance as she squirms in my arms. My mouth covers hers, open, teasing, ready. But I don’t kiss her. We just share breaths, inhales and exhales hot and spiked from the liquor, all swirling together intoxicating us both.
Just when her body melds into mine, I thrust my finger inside her and she cries out.
“Ransome…”
“What?” I snap.
She moans in response as I go deeper, as deep as my knuckles.
“Fuck…” she lets out.
“Yeah? Is that what you want? To be fucked?”
“Yes,” she nods, hanging onto me as if she’ll fall through the floor if she lets go.
I pull my fingers out just enough to stick another one inside and she gasps again. This time nearly all her weight falls into me.
I finger her until she is gushy, her feet dancing on the floor as I make her come. Then I pull my hand out of her shorts and lick my fingers off. Amara looks up at me, her dark eyes flecked with honey.
She wants more.
She wantsme.
And I need her.
I pick her up, ready to carry her to bed. But with both of my hands gripping her thighs, I’m unarmed, giving her the opportunity to reach down and grab my cock through my pants.
“Fuck,” I bark out, taking a stumbling step forward.
But honestly, her forwardness—and the way she has a chokehold on my dick is actually erotic as fuck—is enough to bring me to my knees. Literally.
We don’t make it to the bedroom, which is a shame. It’s the perfect height for fucking her senseless. Hell, we don’t even make it to the couch.
I drop to the floor and lay her on her back. I rip her shorts off in one tug and flip the shirt up so I can spend the next thirty seconds devouring those hard nipples of hers. Just long enough that she wets the floor between her trembling thighs but not enough that she comes. Although, I would put money on it that I could make her come just by sucking on her breasts.
When she can’t handle any more—and yet needs so much more—Amara reaches down and yanks my slacks open, freeing me from them. But before she can do anything else, I take her hands and pin them to the floor hard, to remind her that she’s not in charge.
Then I lower myself on top of her, still mostly clothed except for what matters, too impatient and hungry to fully strip, and I drive myself inside her.
“Jesus,” she lets out as I go clear to the base of my cock.
“Praying can’t save you,dorogoya,” I growl.
“I don’t want to be saved,” she tells me through a strangled throat, her head thrown back, her beautiful neck exposed. Her breasts still naked. Her pussy hot and exquisitely tight around me. “I want to be fucked. No redemption.”
I groan as her words bring out something dark in me. Something that’s been caged. Animalistic and deprived and hungry. Starved. For her. My hands clutch hers tighter, pinning her even further into the hard floor as my hips crash into hers.
Over and over.
