That was all it took. She was baiting him, and he was hooked.
He gripped her hips and thrust inside her. Hard.
She screamed, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. She was so tight. Hot and wet. He pulled all the way out and thrust back in.
She clawed at his back, begging for more. Just the sound of his name on her lips made him crazed. This was what got him off. Corrupting a poor little rich girl. It was probably fucked up of him to think that, but that’s what it came down to. Because in that moment, they were equals. She wanted him. Maybe not tomorrow when she realized just how out of his league she was. But in that moment, she wanted him. And that made him thrive.
“Oh God, yes, Dex,” she cried.
“Louder, princess,” he demanded between gritted teeth. “No one will hear you way out here. Make me believe it.” He fucked her harder and harder. The sound of his skin slapping against hers rang out into the night.
“More!” she cried louder. “Don’t stop!”
> “That a girl. Let me hear you scream.”
He grunted like an animal, rutting and taking her with every ounce of strength he had. This woman was fine, clean perfection, and right now, she was at his mercy, on the ground being fucked well and begging for more.
He was stunned when she lifted herself up and threw her arms around his neck, jerking him in for a kiss. Her lips were soft but begging. Her delicate brows drew together, her eyes squeezed tight, and she kissed him.
Like she meant it.
He closed his eyes and kissed her back.
Just for a second. A quick sweep of his tongue to take in her taste. Her need. He broke it quickly, because in that kiss, he’d gone still. Stopped the crazed movement and simply lost himself in her sweet mouth.
No, this was fucking. Not anything more than that. And it was time to get back to it.
Breaking away, he flipped her over to her hands and knees.
“Still interested in rough and dirty, princess?”
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Yes, please.”
Her perfect ass was high in the air, her pussy pink and wet from his thrashing, and the glimpse of firelight over her sweet skin made him want to go off right then from the sight.
He needed a taste. Just a quick one. He bent down and ran his tongue along her soft core, and holy fucking Christ, was she sweet.
“Oh! Oh my…yes!” She wasn’t just turned on; she was turned up. She arched and pushed against him, silently begging for more. Just like she had been all night with her little shifting hips and roaming hands. She liked what he was giving her. And Dex liked that he was the one who gave it.
Pulling away before he got too lost, he gripped her hips and plunged deep into the paradise his tongue had just been in.
She hissed a breath. “Deep,” she said around a strangled breath. “You’re so much deeper this way.”
Dex ran a hand over her ass, then up her back. She said that like she’d never been fucked from behind before.
“You like it?” he asked, flexing his hips and taking her the last inch.
She rocked forward and gasped, her hands gripping the sleeping bag. “Yes, so much. I can feel you…in a way I’ve never felt before.”
He knew exactly the spot she was talking about. He was both happy he was pleasuring her and pissed that whatever idiots she’d been with in the past hadn’t given her what she needed.
Since she was the one who wanted him to “teach her something,” he felt the need to recap. “So you like rough…” He pulled out, then slammed back in. “Dirty…” He collected all that red hair and wrapped it around his fist. “And deep?” He surged inside of her and tilted his hips up, hitting that spot she liked again while pulling on her hair.
“Yes! I love it all.”
That’s what he wanted to hear. It was all the confirmation he needed to kick into gear. Using her hair as reins, he pulled her back as he thrust forward. And took her just how she wanted it: deep and hard. His hips pounded against her ass, and every few seconds, he caught a glimpse of the red marks he was leaving on her creamy skin. It only spurred him on more.
“Don’t get quiet on me now,” he said, pounding in and out.