In spite of myself, I husk out a laugh. Goddammit, this woman is something else. And yes, she’s a woman. I’d be a fool to deny it…probably just my self-preservation kicking in because I can see how much trouble she is.
“For show?” I drop my hand to cover hers, gritting my teeth as the pressure increases. With my fist over hers, I guide the crown of my cock along the length of her slit. She’s still glaring at me as I push an inch forward into that heat. “So, you want me to show you now?” I press forward another inch and feel she’s gone completely still, as if she’s holding her breath. It comes out in a rush when I thrust the rest of my length home.
“Fuck!” she chokes out, taking little panting breaths, then going still again. I lean forward and lick the line of ink that runs down behind her ear. Her hand slides up to my shoulder, nails biting into my skin through the fabric. I set up a hard, thrusting rhythm, feeling her pussy tighten and then flutter wildly every time she releases one of those gasping breaths.
What the fuck?
I lean back to frown down at her, not breaking the rhythm. Her ankles are locked behind my hips now, and I keep her steady with one hand beneath her ass while she clings to my shoulders. She goes stiff again, and I tilt my head slightly as I watch her.
What the hell is she doing?
The flush on her cheeks has trickled down her throat to her chest. Creamy flesh crimson. Our eyes lock as I trace the flushed path of color with my fingertips, then slide them back up the smooth column of her throat. A pulse flutters beneath my thumb, and I feel her swallow beneath the fine skin. I tighten my grip and feel the walls of her pussy clench around my cock.
“Ahhhh…” I exhale. “So that’s how it is…” Little hellcat likes to be choked. My grip on her throat tightens further. White teeth snag a plump bottom lip. I lean forward and nip it, too, my fingers clasped around a spot beneath her jawline. “You like that?” I murmur as I press more firmly against a windpipe that feels fragile enough to crush. Fine nostrils flare as she makes a high-pitched little sound. They flare again as I angle her hips and pump in more sharply.
“Mmmm…” she keens, the vibration of it against my palm. “Mmmm…” It pitches up a notch. I press harder. If she was getting a breath in before, it’s not happening now. But instead of pushing away from me, she’s arching her back, urging me deeper.
“Fuck!” I grit out as that maddening clenching grows stronger. Her cheeks are scarlet, the color bleeding up to her hairline, past eyes that are slightly glazed. She’s pinned against the door, suspended by my hand on her throat as I keep ramming into her. And for the first time since I was a teenage boy, I’m pretty certain I’m not going to last. But God help me, I don’t want this to stop.
“Wait!” I growl as a spasm clamps around me so hard I swear she’s about to take my dick off. “Wait…” I draw the word out, watching as her eyes widen on mine. She’s a step away from panic. Probably realizing she’s just handed herself over toa complete stranger who’s fucking her against a door, deciding whether she can breathe.
I hold her steady as she clutches my wrist, nails biting into my skin.
“Just…just…there…and…” I grind out through my teeth as I match each word with a hard thrust to her core. Her eyes roll back. “Now!” I release her throat an instant before her fist pummels my shoulder.
She sucks in a huge, wheezing breath, arches against me in a taut bow and lets out a hoarse scream.
“Ohhh…fuuuucccck!” she wails, bucking hard. If those muscles were tight before, they’re almost painful now. “Oh…God…fuck!” she all but shouts.
“Sweet Jesus!” I gasp out. I can’t help myself. I tip over the edge, grunting into the curve of her shoulder as I shoot off inside her. Her arms twine around my neck as I keep thrusting, drawing the last sweet throbbing moments of ecstasy out.
I finally straighten, sliding my hand down her heaving chest. She’s sobbing for breath, gasping like a marathon runner as she unclasps her ankles and drops her feet to the floor. Those ugly-ass boots thud beside us.
“Happy now?” I finally manage to get out. It feels like she just sucked my balls down my shaft and drained them dry.
“Why?” she says hoarsely. “You too old to go for another round?”
Is she fucking kidding me?
Her cheeks are still flushed, but her smile is catlike.
“Am I right?” She cocks her head at me. Cheeky bitch. It makes my dick twitch.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“So I’m right.” She’s smirking. It fades a little as I jerk her hard against me, pick her up, and carry her to the bed in the center of the room. By the time I’ve dumped her there, toed off my shoes, and yanked my t-shirt over my head, she’s not smirking at all anymore.
“Let’s see who lasts the night,” I say darkly.
Raoul Caraldi never turned down a challenge in his life.
Chapter 5
Raoul Caraldi
Iwake up aching. Not my muscles…I’m used to hauling weight around. Fuck, I could benchpress her weight. But my cock feels raw. I’m pretty sure she’s in the same shape. Though I doubt she’d ever admit it.
Little minx.
