I loved feeling like I couldn’t wait to tear the clothes off a man and let our basest urges take over. It turned me on when a man wanted me so badly he turned almost violent with it, like an animal. Sometimes it made me want to tame him—take control and boss him all the way to the finish when I was ready (and I hadn’t had any complaints so far…most guys are happy to come sooner rather than later). Other times, I enjoyed
being ravaged and letting them go all alpha male on me. Either way, it was more about the act itself and the roles we played than the person—I didn’t date that much and even when I did, somehow the best sex was never with those guys, anyway. Sexual chemistry was always better with men I kept at a personal distance.
But speaking of sexual chemistry.
I was burning up for Quinn Rusek, about to combust.
“Quinn,” I panted. “I want you inside me. Now.”
He pinched the nipple that wasn’t caught between his teeth, making me gasp. “And do you think,” he said, dragging his scruffy jaw down my belly, “you deserve to get your prize so quickly? After you behaved so badly today?” He clucked his tongue. “I don’t think so, sweet pea. Turn over.”
My pulse raced. “What?”
“You heard me.” But instead of waiting for me to do it, he flipped me over himself and caught my legs between his knees.
“What is this? I thought we were negotiating.”
“We’ll get to that. But there’s the little matter of your misdeed to deal with first.” His hands covered my ass, kneading gently. “Are you sorry,” he went on, his voice smooth and dripping with patience, “for sneaking into my apartment to spy on me?”
“I told you, I wasn’t trying to spy, I was—fuck!”
He’d spanked me so hard my eyes watered, then held his hand over the stinging flesh.
“Are you sorry?” he asked again.
I gritted my teeth. “No.”
Crack! The sound of his hand smacking my other ass cheek was as thrilling as the sting of it, and I loved the heat of his palm afterward.
“You are a very bad girl, even worse than I thought. Not only deceitful, but”—smack!—“fucking unrepentant as well.” Smack!
My ass was on fire.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up, leaning forward to speak low in my ear. “You are downright sinful.”
Stars danced in front of my eyes. “Yes,” I rasped, my jaw clenched.
He traced my ear with his tongue before biting my earlobe, his cock pressing against my hip. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
His grip in my hair tightened, making me wince. “Oh yes, your prize.”
“Do it,” I hissed. Enough playing around.
He let go of my hair and slid his hand up the back of one thigh. “Spread your legs.”
I widened my knees, and his hand slipped between my thighs, two fingers gliding easily inside me. I was so wet already it was nearly embarrassing, but his next words put me at ease.
“I love how wet you are for me,” he whispered, pushing his fingers deeper. “I can’t wait to get inside you one minute more.” He got to his knees and flipped me onto my back again, this time lengthwise on the bed.
Leaning over to the side, he took a condom from the nightstand drawer and tore open the wrapper. I watched as he slid it on, mesmerized by the sight of him and practically trembling that this was about to happen.
Oh God, he’s so gorgeous—look at that body, that face, that cock! You know, it seems really unfair that he got the looks and the big dick. If I was a guy, I’d hate him. He’s way too gorgeous to be real. Any minute now he’s going to sparkle like a vampire or shapeshift into a bear.
But a few seconds later he was stretching out over me, positioning himself between my legs.
Yes, I thought, sliding my hands down his back and over his perfect ass. Give me what I want. Give it to me deep and hard and fast. Let me feel the way you want me—every thick, hot, hard inch of you. Let me see you lose control for me. Let me hear you.