“You’re such an animal.” I laughed into his shirt, rocking against his hand.
He pulled his hand away, and I felt a chill where his warm fingers had been. Then his stare and jaws went hard.
Did I offend him somehow?
“But I like this raw, animalistic hunger,” I amended. “It’s so hot.”
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a tiny package. “Okay. Let’s see if you can take every rough and filthy thing this animal does to your snug little pussy.”
I gasped and clenched around the cold air, hating the emptiness. “Is that a condom? You just happen to have a condom in your pocket?”
It would never have occurred to me to bring a condom with me to some random club.
He just smiled and bent to kiss me. First softly, and then harder, hungrier. When my breath was too fast to catch, he wandered away, sucking at my jaw, my ear, my neck, where my pulse hammered wildly.
He touched my breasts, fondling them as our lips mashed, then he brought one out and feasted on my nipple.
“Oh my God, Alec. I can’t take this. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
My dress had fallen back down my thighs, but he lifted it back up to my waist. His teeth clenched as his fingers dug into my bare ass pressed to the glass wall. “Pull my dick out, you wild thing.”
I reached for him, shaking with the force of my own hunger. I tugged on the leather and let the buckle hang free. Then I attacked the snap of his pants. The weight of his cock did the rest, forcing the zipper down.
The hot, thick inches fill my hand, and I mentally tried to brace myself for what I’d gotten myself into.
It must have shown on my face because he laughed. “If you’re having second thoughts, put it back inside, and I’ll still make you come with my fingers and tongue. But once I’m inside you, it won’t be easy to stop.”
I measured his enormous length with a stroke that seemed to never end. He shuddered as my thumb brushed the slick tip. “You just have to prepare me for it, but I’ll take it. Every inch.”
He swore under his breath, the golden strikes flaming in his eyes again. I pushed his boxers down just enough for him to move and rubbed his erection across my opening.
A groan burst out of his throat. “Let me get this on.” His hand left my ass as he ripped the package with his teeth. Then he rolled the condom on his hardness.
Without another moment of hesitation, he hefted me up, the friction of the glass against my back and ass an unexpected burn. When he lifted my leg, spreading me, I felt nothing but the thrill of having a man like that in a moment such as this.
He hooked my knee around his hip, making me grateful for my heels. His gaze ripped away from my naked boob and burned into mine. “Someone could walk down here,” he reminded me, and I became slicker. “You like that, don’t you? You like that I’m gonna bounce these pretty tits out of this dress while I fuck you where anyone could see?”
A giggle of embarrassment and amusement flew out of my mouth. If I wasn’t already on fire, I’d feel my cheeks burn. He was going to take me, right here, overlooking the crowd below, where Katrina—who knew me as a weak, shy pussy—was eating my birthday cake alone.
I was not a weak, shy pussy. Anyone who had to go through what I had to go through was not weak.
I was a survivor.
And definitely, after tonight, no one would call me—or my pussy—shy.
His breath hissed through his teeth as I guided him to my entrance, his shaft a hot throbbing heaviness I couldn’t close my fingers around.
With his tip lodged inside me, he bared his teeth at me as he widened his stance and pushed inside me as slowly as possible.
My arms wreathed around his neck, shaking. I felt as if he reached my throat with his cock, and he wasn’t all in yet. It didn’t hurt, though. It was all a matter of pressure. Too much at first. I arched my back, tilting my hips to ease it, unable to stop the whine in my throat that melted with the deafening music. Then when his short thrusts stretched me and gained a steady rhythm, I got used to it.
He watched every reaction on my face with a smile, the golden strikes brighter than the strobe lights. I didn’t think sex with strangers was supposed to be intimate like this. And deliciously scary.
The smile on his face was that of a beast about todevourme, but the tightness of his features showed a lot of restraint. He was struggling…not to tear me apart with his big big big cock?
My heart thrashed. Something about him right now, something primal triggered my instincts. But the pleasure he made me feel numbed it in a flash. If he were a serial killer about to slit my throat, I’d die a happy woman with a much wanted, big, fat cock in my pussy.
How many women could say that about the way they left this universe?
