Fuck. I dropped my mouth to hers, and claimed her with a savage kiss. There would be nothing gentle about tonight and I fucking hoped she was up for it because I was ready to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her.
She kissed me back—hard, demanding. Urgency drove us forward, forcing our kiss to spiral into a frenzied attack, with lips and tongues pushing for more. Our need was fierce, unrivalled. Our hands began searching and grabbing at clothes. Christ, she has too many fucking clothes on. Without restraint, I began tearing them off. She kicked her shoes off and I stripped her of everything but her panties. When I had her how I wanted, I stood back and admired her body. She was fucking tiny; there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her and not a lot of muscle either. My dick screamed at me to hurry the fuck up and bang her. I eyed those panties and moved my hand in their direction, ready to remove the last barrier between me and her pussy.
Her hand shot out and stopped me. My eyes flicked straight to hers in question. Shaking her head, she chastised me. “Havoc, it’s rude to shoot for heaven when you haven’t even stopped to ask a girl her name.”
I fought the grin forming on my lips. Fuck, she was sexy. I traced her mouth. “What’s your name, darlin’?”
She caught my finger in her hand and held it in place as she sucked it. Her eyes didn't stray from mine. When she was finished with my finger, she let it go and answered, “Carla.”
Carla.
Her name would be burned in my memory forever; how could it not? But this was the last time she had any control over tonight. My hand gripped her neck, and I forced her to understand how the night was going to go down. “Carla, when I fuck a woman, she does what I say. She submits to me, totally. Do we have an understanding?”
She only hesitated for a moment before nodding. Her eyes betrayed her excitement though; she was fucking up for this.
I kept my hand around her neck and drew her closer. “And, I don’t fuckin’ shoot for heaven. I bring it to your goddamn door,” I rasped.
Her lips brushed over mine and she gently bit my lip while her hand stroked my dick through my jeans. “Well, hurry the hell up. I’m way past ready.”
I let her go, and pulled my T-shirt over my head. She undid my belt and removed my jeans and boxers faster than I’d ever seen a woman do it. Her gaze narrowed on my dick before moving over my body, and I slowed my movements to give her the time to take it all in. I liked her eyes on me.
When she finally looked up, she said, “You weren’t joking about your cock, were you?”
“I don’t joke about anything, least of all my cock,” I promised.
“I’m working that out about you.”
It was time to move this along. Taking her hand, I guided it to my dick, and demanded, “Stroke it until I tell you to stop.”
She panted with desire as she followed my instruction. Her grip was firm, and she moved it up and down my hard length with a confidence I liked in a woman. Carla knew what the fuck she was doing and that pleased me no fucking end. I closed my eyes as I breathed through the urge to bend her over and just take her rather than restraining myself and drawing every last drop of pleasure from this. My mind wanted one thing while my body craved another, and as the desire ran through my spine and out along every nerve ending, I forced one heavy breath out after the other.
Pure, raw instinct clouded my thinking.
I need to be inside her.
When she picked up speed, I barked, “Stop.” My eyes opened and I trained them on her. She’d immediately followed my order and let me go. Her gaze held mine and shallow breaths left her parted lips in rapid succession as she waited patiently for my next command.
Fuck.
She’d taken in what I’d told her about submitting to me, and that knowledge shot more need through me. I didn’t know her, but what I’d seen of her at the bar told me she had a mind of her own and wasn’t afraid of using it, so I’d half expected her to fight me for control. I fucking loved that she wasn’t. I had no doubt that being with her was going to bring me the motherfucking orgasm of all orgasms.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs. I want to taste you, want to run my tongue from one end of your pussy to the other and make you scream for my dick,” I ordered, and watched as she obeyed. When she’d settled on the bed and opened her legs for me, I positioned myself between them. With bent legs, she planted her feet on the bed. I moved my hands to her knees and pushed them wider apart. My gaze zeroed in on her bare pussy, and I dipped my head for my first taste.
I had only planned to lick her, but a force I was unable to control took over.
I need more
Carla moaned as my tongue entered her, and her ass lifted off the bed as she tried to push herself into my mouth. My hands slid under her and I greedily pulled her even closer, swirling my tongue and sucking her.