Page 50 of Bought By Sin

I nodded, tugging at his shirt and trying to get our clothes out of the way. The rain in the city that soaked the area by the docks wasn’t helping. His shirt clung to the taut skin of his chest that I wanted to reveal. My garments were just as plastered to me.

“Right now, Mila. I want to see you.” He locked his jaw tight as he stared at me, his chest heaving like he was more animal than man.

Before I could assist, feebly tugging at the hem of his shirt, he wrenched mine up and flung it to the passenger seat I’d vacated. He didn’t waste a second to roughly tug at my bra, snapping the clasp.

My breast fell free, sagging a little without the too-tight binding. They felt heavy, aching under the hot intensity of his stare as he braced his calloused hands on my back and pushed me higher and closer.

“Oh, fuck me, Mila. Fuck me…” He closed his mouth on me there, sealing his lips around my nipple and flicking the tip of his tongue on the hard bud.

“Lev!” I arched my back, shocked at the exquisite pleasure that filled me to the brim. Like touching a live wire, I was blasted with a current of pure need, of raging desire. That ache between my legs burned more, and as he held me close and alternated between kissing and sucking my breasts, one at a time, I rubbed down on him, wishing his dick was already inside of me.

Holding on to his head, I rocked against him and tried not to pass out from the rushed race that I was hurtling on to come.

He lowered his hands, not losing the touch of his mouth on my breasts, and urged me to lose my panties and shorts. I was bare, naked on his lap, and it felt so filthy and naughty. He was fully clothed, but with one hand, he pushed his pants down. Against the damp surface of his shirt, the material of his pants lowered, the contrast between us was too clear. I was naked. Fully exposed. Revealed to him. But there was no room to fear what he felt and saw.

All the scars that littered my body. Every drop of arousal that he rubbed over me as he fingered me. Before I could get into a rhythm of rocking against his hand so it would hit my clit, he reared back and stared at me with a molten look of raw lust.

“Fuck me, Mila. Ride my cock and fuck me. Now.”

I lowered, biting my lip and nervous that I couldn’t concentrate. That I was so far into this spell of desire that I couldn’t slow down and think and do this right.

“Mila,” he growled, gripping my ass and urging me down. “I need you now.”

“I don’t know how to…” I dipped lower, moaning at the bump of his cockhead against my wet entrance.

“Fuck me,” he ordered.

“I want to, but I’ve never…”

He growled, kissing me harder. “That’s right. You’ve never fucked a man before. Only me. Right now. I want that cunt on my dick, right now.”

I whined, turned on more by the impatience in his strained voice.

Leaning me back with a hard kiss, he slanted me over the steering wheel.

“Watch. Watch how I fill you.” He tipped his hips up, leading me to grab him. I wrapped my fingers around his dick, marveling at the smooth but solid texture. As I ran my fingers up and down, he cursed and shook his head, wild with need. “Now. I want you wrapped around my cock right now.”

Guiding him to my entrance, I watched as I took him in. Slowly, as I relished that now-familiar stretch that both hurt and thrilled me. Steadily, as I sank down on him and let that shaft spread me open.

“Oh, fuck. Lev…” I slumped against him once he was in to the hilt. His dick was wedged up in me as far as he could go, and I swore I felt him everywhere. In every cell of my body, all of them lit up with this heat.

“Fuck me, Mila. Ride my cock.” He pushed his hips up and prompted me to flinch at the extra sensation. Then as I reveled in the power of being in his lap, of being the one to take charge of pleasuring both of us, I did. I rode him. I bounced on his cock, getting more used to the up-and-down momentum that pushed me closer to coming. I set my hands on his shoulders for leverage as I ground down to get a little more friction against my clit. And I held on tight as he kissed me, demanding that I silence most of my whimpers and moans with his mouth sealed over mine.

Air ceased to matter.

Windows fogged up.

My ass started to sting from the tight grip of his fingers digging into my flesh there.

Trying to let go and embrace the coming orgasm that waited just out of my reach, I fucked him and ignored how shaken I was by this experience.

He was giving me power, tricking me into thinking I was free to fuck him instead of being fucked. As I paced myself and refused to falter, I embraced how intense and charged this experience of fucking him was.

He maintained that tight control over me, telling me what to do.

He didn’t lose his curiosity in me, either, showing me how badly he needed me right here, right now.

It was almost terrifying how much I wanted him and needed this hard fuck, too.