Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

It’s beautiful and romantic, and it would be perfect if I were actually on a date with a man I thought was capable of dating when I got home. But that’s not what this is.

I don’t want to watch the fireworks. But the resort spent far too much money on them for us not to watch. So, I lean over the railing, hoping that the show ends soon.

Brody walks behind me, wrapping his arms around me as his body presses against my back.

“We should watch, but it doesn’t mean that you need to make this any more romantic than it already is,” I hiss.

His mouth moves to my ear. “Don’t react; the staff is watching.”

“What?” And then his hand slips into the front of my dress, grabbing my breast.

I gasp.

“Don’t react,” he commands with a growl to his voice.

I suck in a breath as I feel an ice cube dance over my nipple. His mouth lightly kisses my exposed neck, and the combination sends chills shooting through my body.

“You’ve wanted me to kiss your neck all night.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He hikes my dress up, and his hand slips into my panties.

I groan as his fingers slip inside my drenched pussy.

“Not. A. Sound,” he says.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I don’t know why it matters if I moan a little. The fireworks would more than cover up any sound I made.

His fingers slide in and out of me, and my hips start buckling as he moves.

“Don’t move, sweetheart, or I’ll stop.” His voice is serious and threatening.

I don’t know how not to move. I don’t know how not to make a sound. But I’m so desperate to get fucked by him that I’ll do anything I can to give in to his demands. I grab the railing hard, forcing myself to remain still, as I continue to bite my lip.

His fingers slip back out of me, and for a second, all I feel is his heavy breathing on my neck. He kicks my legs apart a little more, and then his cock enters me without warning.

I bite my lip hard, causing it to bleed to keep from screaming.

“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear when I do everything I can to follow his command.

I don’t know if he has a condom on or not. I don’t know if the entire staff can see us right now or not. But neither matters. My body is his. He can do whatever he wants to it. I instantly trust him. And the way he controls my body shows me just how correct I was in giving him that power.

“Aw, baby, I can already feel your pussy starting to tighten around my cock.”

I pant, unable to bite down on my lip any longer.

“You want to come so badly.”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t get to come. Not yet. You’re not ready.”

I swallow, trying to push down my orgasm that I’m on the edge of having.

“I can’t.”

“Don’t come, Skye,” he commands as he fucks me, making it almost impossible for me not to.