I shake my head, “Nope.” I pause and then grin, “Fuck me.”
He freezes, his head snapping in my direction, his eyes darkening.
“What?”
I smirk and pull my shirt over my head. I refused to put on a bra after I showered earlier. Ransom’s gaze falls to my boobs, and I bounce on my toes, making him smirk, as his eyes move back up.
“Fuck me,” I repeat.
He growls, pulling his shirt off as he reaches for me, and pulls me into his arms. My nipples brush against his chest, and I bite my lip as the contact sends a shiver of heated awareness down my spine. He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as his lips crash against mine.
My hands fist in his hair, and he growls, biting down on my lip and making me gasp as a zing of pain and pleasure rushes through me.
My hips buck as I moan, and he turns us. My ass lands on the top of my dresser as I hastily push everything to the floor, not giving a shit about it right now.
Ransom’s lips trail down my throat before his large hand replaces them and wraps around my neck, squeezing firmly but not so tight that I can’t breathe. He steps back slightly, his gaze flaring with heat as it travels over me sitting before him, his hand around my neck, my boobs pushed out, and my legs spread. He growls as his hand around my neck flexes, making me moan, and he bites his lip.
He lunges forward and, in one swift move, rips my underwear at the seams. I pull on his belt, unbuckling it and pushing his jeans down.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I mutter.
“Neither are you,” he retorts with a smirk, and I grin.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
His hands grip my hips, pulling me to the edge of the dresser as in one smooth move, he pushes inside, making me cry out in pure pleasure as my nails dig into his shoulders and pull him closer.
He stills, allowing us both to get used to the sensation, as he bites down on my neck, his fingers plucking my nipple.
His hand flexes on my hip as he seems to hesitate.
I dig my nails into his shoulders harder as I pull him forward, biting down on his earlobe and making him hiss. I mutter, “I don’t want gentle, Ransom.”
Those words seem to flick a switch.
He growls, pulling back, his hand fisted in my hair as our mouths collide. He pulls out, and I whimper, thinking that he’s pulling out completely, but my whimper quickly turns into a shout of pure pleasure as he slams back inside me.
The hand in my hair tightens as he pulls my head back, exposing my neck to him as he bites it, making my pussy clench around him.
Picking me up, he slams me against the wall, and my back arches, not from pain but the opposite. My nails dig into his back as I hold on for dear fucking life.
Continuing to fuck me and keeping me pinned against the wall, he pulls back, his eyes meeting mine, as he gathers my hands in one of his and pins them above my head. His other hand grips my ass tight enough that I know it’s going to leave bruises, and I fucking love it.
He kisses me like I’m his fucking air and then changes the angle.
I tear my mouth from his, crying out as the intensity ups and he manages to hit the perfect spot.
My orgasm doesn’t build, it explodes through me, and his gaze stays locked on my face as I swear I see the afterlife.
He slows, gathering me close to him as he walks me over to the bed, laying me down like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
His hips slow, grinding against mine as I meet him thrust for thrust, my hands gripping his shoulders, as he kisses me with the same intense slowness as he’s fucking me.
My orgasm starts to build again.
He groans, my pussy clenching around him, as he trails kisses down my neck. I pull his head back up. When his gaze meets mine , I grin and then flip him so I’m on top.
He smiles as he stares up at me.
