My breath catches. I’m not the only one absorbing every tell; it’s like he’s in my head, reading every word.
He leans over me again and I think he’s going to whisper not-so-sweet-nothings against my ear when his hand reaches for the olive oil.
What the?—?
I push up. ‘What are you?—?’
‘Shh…’ He pins me back down, and I tense as warmth dribbles down my crack. ‘I’ve had this fantasy ever since that firepit talk.’
‘Ax! This blouse is worth— A-a-ah!’
It shudders out of me as his thumb presses against the tiny, puckered opening, sparks of pleasure firing off in all directions as my pussy clenches around him and my eyes fly shut.
‘What was that, Baby Girl?’ He teases inside the sensitive ring, hips still moving. ‘Use your words.’
But I can’t. Can’t speak. Can’t breathe. It’s too good. Too much, too good.
‘I don’t give a fuck about your blouse,’ he growls. ‘I give a fuck about you. This body. This tight little hole.’
He presses deeper, drawing another helpless sound from me.
‘Relax, Baby Girl.’
My legs quake as both his cock and thumb ease out, then slide back in – out and in – stretching me right to the edge of pain and packing me full of pleasure.My God.My legs give way completely, taken out by the sensory overload.
Relax? Try ruined.
Ruined, and still craving more.
‘You like that, don’t you?’
He hauls me upright against his chest, hand closing around my throat, teeth scraping at my ear. ‘You like being fucked like the dirty girl you are?’
‘Yes,’ I breathe. ‘God, yes.’
I do. I fucking do.
‘I should fuck you here,’ he rasps, thumb pressing deeper until my core clenches hard, my whimpers turning frantic. ‘Claim that tight arse while my fingers fuck you here…’
His hand slips down my front, under my bunched-up skirt, cupping my bare pussy.
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’
‘Yes,’ I whimper, because it’s the damn truth. I’ve never wanted a man like this. Never felt like this: wanting to be ruined, wanting to be taken over so completely, there’s nothing left of me but need. Totally possessed.
‘It wouldn’t make you a baby,’ he murmurs darkly, ‘but I bet you want it anyway.’
I do.
I want him everywhere. Filling me every way. Over and over. Because I can’t get enough. Not of him. Not of this.
‘Do it, Ax. Please. I want you to fuck me.’
‘Where, Baby Girl?’
I moan, rocking my hips. ‘Here.’
‘Not good enough. Tell me where.’
