He runs a hand over my breast and pulls the lace of my bra down underneath my top.
“You. Raw and base. Touch me as if I’m unbreakable.”
He pinches my nipple hard between his fingers.
I yelp, and my body flinches at the sudden pain that shoots through the nerve endings that maze beneath my skin. “Yes,” I breathe.
Black swallows green as lasciviousness fills the air around us, and he clamps down on my nipple again, twisting so hard I have to hold my breath as my fingers claw his shoulders.
“Like that?” he asks, releasing me from his fingers.
“Mmm hmm,” I respond behind closed lips as my breast throbs to ebb the pain he’s inflicted.
He smiles, but it’s filled with imperious satisfaction.
“Good girl.”
He slides me off his lap, stands me up, and then joins me. Slowly, he takes the hem of my top and pulls it over my head before removing my bra, my nipples hard from his assault. He removes the rest of my clothes until I’m standing there completely naked and exposed while he remains clothed in his slacks and button-down.
“Turn around, spread your legs, and bend over,” he instructs, and I obey his word.
I turn, part my feet wide, and bend over, gripping my hands on to the armrests to steady myself. He then takes one end of the seatbelt and knots it around my left wrist and then does the same to my right with the other end of the seatbelt. He retreats back behind me, and I can feel his eyes on me, but he doesn’t touch me. I close my eyes and wait, and after what feels like a few minutes, I hear him shift. Opening my eyes, I look between my legs to see he’s on his knees, and then I close them again, startling when he finally touches me.
His fingers dig into my hips, and I feel his hot breath on my * seconds before his warm tongue glides along my seam. And then, he dips it between my folds and finds my clit. I whimper when he presses the pad of his tongue against it in a back and forth motion. My breathing picks up and my eyes pop open when my knees begin to buckle. There’s so much pressure and so much friction, quickly driving me to an orgasm. He’s unrelenting, and then abruptly pulls away, leaving my core needy and begging.
He then strikes my ass cheek hard with his hand, creating a loud smack. I immediately feel the abused skin radiate in blazing heat. But before the tingles kick in, he brings his hand down in another ruthless blow.
“Ow!”
Cold air meets the pucker of my ass when he spreads me open. Sweat coats my neck, and my arms begin trembling. His mouth is back on my *, lapping his tongue, eating me out like a wild animal. He runs his mouth from my clit all the way back to my asshole. He ravishes me, tasting all of me, and the sensation throws me over, blurring my vision as I mewl in pure ecstasy. He devours me entirely—front to back—back to front, touching me in ways I’ve never experienced before. He fucks both my openings with his tongue, and it takes all my strength to keep myself standing.
Dragging his mouth to my ass cheek, he sinks his teeth into me, biting me like a barbarian before spanking me once again with a fierce hand.
“On your knees,” he demands.
When I lower myself to the floor, he grabs on to me and flips my body around to face him, twisting my arms painfully—one crossed over the other. I scream out, but the pain from the transition dissolves. My ass throbs beneath me as I sit on the battered flesh.
He begins unbuttoning his shirt and stripping down. I admire his body as he stands naked in front of me. Taut muscles wrap around his broad shoulders and rope down his arms. His chest is defined in hard slabs that etch their way down to the deep V that leads to his thick cock. Aside from the bullet wound on his chest, his skin is smooth, but on him, the flaw is flawless; every part of his body is transcendental.
He lowers himself to his knees between my legs and lifts my hips to him, resting my bottom on top of his thighs as my feet are planted flat on either side of him. The head of his cock pushes against me, and he teases me when he drags it up and down between the lips of my *, wetting himself with my arousal.
“Tell me who owns you,” he says as he holds himself in his hand and tugs my opening with the tip of his cock.
“You do.”
“I want more.”
“Then take it,” I breathe, my whole body screaming in hysteria for him—for all of him. “You have me entirely. I love you, so take it all because it’s already yours.”