Grant grunted. “Figures.”
She snorted, trying to pretend she was full of bravado even though her guts were quaking. She wasn’t afraid of not being able to handle what he dished out, but his very presence affected her, and the feel of him standing behind her like this was overwhelming. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind—whether it was a spanking, or if he was going to fuck her—and not knowing was completely delicious.
“Getting bored here,” she grumbled. It was a lie, but she needed to rush him along and find out what he had planned. “Maybe I really should go back inside. I seem to be meeting sketchy, indecisive men out here tonight.”
His first smack came in so hard and fast it took her breath away. She hissed at the burn of it and went up on her toes, wanting to relax into the spanking and yet still angry at him for almost choosing Sarah. Dex had been waiting, hoping tonight would turn out like this ever since they’d walked out of the alley the night of the bachelor party.
Smack, smack, smack. Fire burned where he connected, hot and sharp. No warm-up for her tonight, apparently, but he seemed to have strict control over himself despite the fact they were pissed at each other. She lay belly down on the car, accepting that he’d won the battle even though he hadn’t won the war.
“You know, if this was all you wanted out here you could have just asked,” he spat, sounding annoyed.
He made it sound so simple, but the problem was she’d never be satisfied with a quick spanking from him. She wanted to sleep with him again, and having him spank her would just add to her frustration. It was a bit late to turn back now though. She’d never be able to bring herself to say ‘red’ . . . not when his broad hand felt so good.
By the time he’d gotten to what had to be his fiftieth swat, his palm felt like sandpaper against her skin. She whined and wriggled, trying not to howl. Her nipples were hard and crushed beneath her, her pussy so hot that if he even dragged his gaze across it she’d probably orgasm.
He pulled her underwear down then, making her whimper. So fucking close to coming! His hand smoothed over the hot flesh of her ass, and he groped it a little before resuming. Apparently he was determined to spread the abuse to the parts of her the underwear had semi-protected.
By the time his hand slowed she was sorer than she could ever remember being from a spanking, and she lay limp against the hood of her car, feeling almost boneless.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he growled in her ear.
“Condom?” she asked weakly.
“You think I’d show up unprepared twice?” He held a condom packet in front of her face and she whined with impatience, tipping her hips to make it easier for him to shove into her. He pressed his palm against her temple, pinning her head to the car, and dug his fingertips into her hair, curling them there, making her feel helpless. He tried to enter her with one savage thrust, but her body wasn’t having it even though she was humiliatingly wet. No one had been inside her since the last time they’d been together and her body seemed to have forgotten how to accommodate him.
“You like to fight, little girl, but your cunt is so fucking hot for me.”
She moaned with humiliation, knowing it was true, and desperate for him to give her more.
Mercilessly, he forced his enormous cock into her, until she felt stretched almost beyond capacity. His hand on her temple shifted insultingly to cover the upturned half of her face, as though even looking at her pissed him off.
Fuck, this man felt so amazing—so right—buried balls deep in her pussy.
He withdrew almost to the tip, and she whined, unreasonably worried he’d just stop and walk away. Hard and fast, he plunged back in, hurting her, and she bit back a moan of pain. He fucked her with long, hard thrusts and she couldn’t do anything but take it, focused on the hand on her face and how degrading it felt. Small and helpless beneath him, she clung to her car, wondering if anyone was watching, even though there was no way she could bring herself to stop him.
Every thrust hammered him into her G-spot. She closed her eyes, reveling in the debauchery, accepting the pleasure pain he forced her body to accept. Heat crawled through her, his breathing harsh in her ear, his body mastering hers.
A spontaneous orgasm ripped through her, sparking, cramping waves of agonizing bliss through her entire body. Her ass burned worse every time hips connected with her skin, and her pathetic whimpers sounded loud to her own ears. Arousal tautened her belly, burning, dragging her closer to a second, more earth-shattering orgasm, but every time she was about to come again, he changed rhythm. She backed against him in frustration, whining for him to fix it.
“Such an impatient little bitch,” he growled in her ear. “You’ll take what I give you and nothing more, understand me? If you come again without permission I’m going to make you a very sorry little girl.”
“Please, can I come?” she asked immediately, knowing she was painfully close to losing control already.
“I’ll tell you when and not a second before.” His voice was harsh, his breath stirring the hair behind her ear, tickling and making her squirm at the shivery sensation.
“Now, please,” she begged. His cock felt huge inside her, and every thrust slapped his balls against her clit. Her ass throbbed.
The first tremor of her impending orgasm accidentally shuddered through her and he yanked out. She cried out in frustration, stomping her foot and banging her knee on her car bumper in the process.
“Please, please can I have it back? I’ll be a good girl.”
His fingers toyed between her legs, teasing, smacking, making her swear between apologies. He rubbed her own slickness over her asshole and she mewled in denial even as shocks of pleasure made her gasp.
Jeez, not her ass . . . not with that monster of a dick!
“You disobeyed.”
“Only a little. Please, you can’t fuck my ass. You’re too big and you don’t even have lube.”