Before he could change his mind, he brought his palm down and smacked a cheek, firm enough to make his hand smart. She sucked in a gasp and moaned, long and low, the soft sound filled with an unmistakable thrill.
“Mason,” she whispered, his name a seductive plea on her lips.
A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Her response delighted him and made him hotter than fuck. “Ahh, looks like my sweet Kitty-Kat is a dirty girl who likes to be bad.”
She shivered and groaned, and shocked the hell out of him when she admitted in a quiet, submissive whisper, “Yes.”
He heard the vulnerable honesty in her voice, and for a moment, he felt as though all the air had left his lungs. It was as though she’d just shared an intimate secret with him, something no other man knew about her, and why did that make him feel so damn possessive? He didn’t want to think too hard on that answer, but he did channel that emotion into what he planned to do to her next.
Stepping up behind her, close enough so that his hard-as-steel cock was pressed against her upturned ass, he settled his hands on her hips. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, and satisfaction pumped him up when she immediately did as he asked.
He slid his fingers along the waistband of her pants, all the way around to the front, where he unfastened the top button, then slowly lowered the zipper. He tucked the very tips of his fingers into the lace band of her panties, just enough to tease, as well as give her the opportunity to stop what was about to happen.
He could hear her breathing increase, could feel her stomach muscles flutter against his palm in anticipation. He pressed his lips near her ear, his voice gruff as he spoke. “I’m going to slide my hand down to your soft, wet pussy and make you come,” he promised, and took her full-body shudder as permission to continue.
When his long fingers dipped between her spread thighs and encountered how drenched she was, he had to bite back a ravaged growl. Her sex was so swollen, so slippery and hot, it only took a few strokes across her clit to push her to the edge of orgasm . . . and keep her there. With a cry of need, she moved her hips back and forth against his hand, her sexy little body frantically seeking release.
“Don’t stop,” she begged without shame, panting hard. “Please don’t stop.”
“You ready to come for me?” he breathed against her neck, his own cock pushing hard against her ass, aching to be right where his fingers were. Soon.
“Yes.” Her voice was hoarse, frantic. “Yes.”
Another direct, firm caress across that taut bundle of nerves and her entire body began to vibrate, and she exhaled on a low, helpless moan. A rush of moisture coated his fingers as she rolled her hips in tight, tempting circles against his hand and came on a soft, mewling cry of pleasure.
Jesus Christ, he was dying. Dying with the excruciating need to get inside of her. Dying to feel her clench around his cock the next time she came. He had to have her now, he thought as he removed his hand from between her legs and quickly tore open the front of his jeans and shoved them down his thighs until his pulsing dick was freed. He withdrew the condom he had in his front pocket—yeah, he never left home without one, manwhore that he was—and with shaking fingers, he managed to roll it down his thick, solid erection.
She’d remained in the same position, her hands braced against the wall, and he pushed her leather pants and panties down, just far enough that he had access to her soft, swollen pussy. He aligned their hips, guiding the sensitive head of his cock between her legs until he reached all that silky moisture and the entrance to her body. She pushed back against him eagerly, so impatient and greedy for him it made his head spin.
As badly as he ached to ram inside of her and rut like a fucking beast, his conscience made him pause. He had to be sure their lust and desire was one hundred percent mutual. That she knew what she was doing, and with whom.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head back so his mouth was right at her ear, trying his best to temper his impulsive need to dominate, even as he knew he’d probably fail because it was who and what he was at the core.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded gruffly. He needed to hear her say the words.
“I want this,” she begged enthusiastically as she tipped her hips up, seeking the fullness of his shaft. “Fuck me. Please.”
He slid his free hand around to her bare breast and flicked his finger against her taut nipple, making her gasp and her entire body jolt from the sting. Oh, yeah, she liked that. A lot.
“How do you want it, Kitty-Kat?” he rasped.
Her lips parted and her lashes fluttered shut, as if by doing so she’d be able to hide from his penetrating stare. “I need it hard,” she murmured. “Rough. Deep.”
He smiled against her cheek. Thank God, because he wasn’t capable of slow and easy on a normal day, and just the feel of the slick folds of her pussy rubbing all over his engorged cock had him on the verge of losing his fucking mind.
He didn’t wait another second to satisfy them both. With a merciless upward thrust, he slammed into Katrina, so hard that she lifted up on her toes to accommodate the way he drove his shaft in farther, deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. Their joint moans of pleasure mingled as her tempting body sucked his inside, her tight channel gripping him like a fist as he tried to withdraw a few inches so he could pound into her again and give them both the friction they craved.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, whimpering and clawing at the wall as he started thrusting in earnest, pulling out and working himself back in with devastating precision.
She moved in counterpoint to his unrelenting rhythm, grinding her hips back as he surged forward, shamelessly fucking herself on his cock and taking what she needed. It was the hottest, sexiest thing he’d ever seen or been on the receiving end of.
Tightening his hands in her hair, he turned her head and covered her mouth with his, absorbing all those decadent sounds she made as he slid his tongue deep inside, kissing her as thoroughly as he was fucking her. Lust tunneled through his veins, along with a familiar flood of heat that told him he was on the verge of coming. This was usually where his mind shut down, his sole focus zeroing in on getting himself off and reaching for that adrenaline rush that came with his release, and the high that filled him in the aftermath.
But there was no shutting out the overwhelming sensation of being wrapped so intimately around Katrina, of feeling connected to another person in ways that went beyond their physical joining. In ways that felt so damn good and so damn right. Like she’d been made for him, and no one else.
He groaned and shuddered as his mouth continued to consume hers, even as his mind railed against the thoughts tumbling through his head. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to feel so desperate and wild, and knew this driving hunger was unlike anything he’d ever felt with any other woman before. It was all Katrina. She destroyed his self-control, made him feel so crazed with the primitive urge to mark her and brand her as his so no other man would ever touch her.
Mine. She’s all fucking mine.