Tied to His Betrayal (Dirty Little Secrets 2)

When I face Taylor again, time stops.

My Jag is a sexy car, but she’s never looked sexier than she does right now. A very naked Taylor is sprawled out on the hood. I’m trapped in the heat I see in her eyes and her determined stare. She’s begging me to come to her. And that’s exactly what I do.

I’m well aware someone could drive up and see us, but I also know it’s unlikely. The area is too remote, and I bought the property years back to stop a community from being built. No one comes here but me.

Intent to let this play out, I close in on her, noting the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She’s such a scared little thing for someone making such a bold move. To ease those little worries of hers, I run my hand up her leg slowly and delight in her quiver. Her puckered nipples are calling for the slow slide of my tongue and her legs are spread wide, inviting me to own her. My cock twitches in jealousy to have her hands stroking my rock hard shaft as she slides her hands over the smooth shiny hood beneath her.

Slowly, I glance up at her face. There’s so much I want to take from her. I want her soul, her body. I want her, just like this. Mine to gaze upon until I fuck my craving for her from my mind.

Be gentle, I remind myself, pressing my hands on either side of her rib cage. “You’re playing with fire, princess.”

“Good,” she rasps, eyes hooded. “Make me burn.”

“Goddamn it,” I growl, lowering my head, kissing the roundness of her belly. Christ, this woman, her scent, all of her, can bring me to my knees. Her soft moan carries through me as she wiggles against the car, widening her legs farther apart, urging me to go where she wants me. “Is this where you want me to touch you?” I ask, blowing across her slick heat.

“God, yes,” she breathes.

I blow again gently, teasing her, tempting her, driving her wild. She arches her back, offering herself to me, and I stare at her soft folds, my stomach clenching at the yearning I feel to devour her. Of course a man could respond to her and give in to her requests, but where is the fun in that?

I grasp her thighs and yank her bottom right to the edge of the hood, grinning at her gasp and surprised wide eyes. Then I kiss her. Hard. Passionately. Each swipe of my lips against hers is driving me higher, making me want to pretend, for a moment, her body is mine again. My chest tightens when I kiss down her stomach, teasing her with what I know she wants so very badly.

Slowly, kiss by kiss, I press my lips against her smooth warm flesh until I reach the junction between her thighs. I inhale deeply, scenting her, and then I taste her on my tongue. Not for her. This is all for me. I lap up the silky liquid she offers me, and I don’t rush savoring her on my tongue. I wait until the flavor leaves my mouth before I continue.

I drape her legs over my shoulders and then I begin gently circling my tongue over her clit in the way she likes. Her moans are all I’m focusing on now, hearing them rising in pitch and coming more often from her pretty little mouth. She’s arching against me when I playfully nibble on her fleshy skin and push a finger past her warm folds. Then I’m grinning with masculine pride when she begins writhing against the hood of my car.

Right when I’m about to send her flying, she grabs my wrist. “Fuck me, Darius. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

I groan, looking up at her from between her thighs, staring into her eager eyes. Her pleading is snapping every barrier I have to shove my cock deep inside of her and fuck away her pain. She lifts her hips, rubbing her sweet warm sex against my mouth in a blatant attempt to tease me.

It works.

She owns me.

“Please,” she says again, lifting her hips up and down. “Please, I need this.”

I nip her clit, and she gasps loudly before I lift up, placing both hands beside her shoulders. Her nipples are hard, awaiting my mouth. Her body is ripe, all mine for the taking. I stare into the soulful eyes that have been forever burned into my mind.

“Tell me again,” I demand.

She doesn’t hesitate. “Fuck me.”

I can refuse her nothing. To hell with the ramifications.

With rough hands and jerky movements, I manage to grab a condom out of my wallet and get my pants down to my knees before sheathing my throbbing dick. Our bodies meet again, her warm soft skin to my hard body, and I bury my head in her neck, inhaling Taylor’s sweet scent.

For five years, I’ve thought of being inside this body again. For five years, I’ve been with other women, only always wishing it could have been her. With all the emotion filling me, and all the ways I want to protect her, I can do nothing but enter her roughly and ride her hard.

Her harsh and raspy moans brush over me when I grasp her bottom in my hands, squeezing her cheeks and angling her up to meet me thrust for thrust. My hard body to her soft, I can’t have any distance between us, wanting only to keep her safe. Her inner walls are squeezing me so damn tight, and I fear if I look at her, I’ll blow, just that easily. Because it’s not only Taylor’s body I want, it’s her soul, and her eyes are where her soul lives. I kiss her neck, exactly how she likes it. I nip. I lick. I breathe deeply against her skin. I don’t ease her into orgasm, nor do I take my time. I get us off quickly. It’s too much. She’s too much. Christ, she’s everything.

And as her tight pussy begins to strangle my shaft, I unleash the strength of my body, slamming against hers, the car rocking beneath us, leaving her no other choice but to come.

Then she does a second later. Her screams of pleasure echo my roars as we buck and jerk against each other, losing ourselves in a place that’s dirty and raw and eternally ours.

We stay there, just like that, her inner walls massaging my flaccid cock, and only when I catch my breath do I finally gain the strength to raise myself up and hover over her. The moment I stare into her eyes, I see trouble. I brush the sweaty hair off her face, getting a better look at her sad eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, my God, nothing,” she says, smiling softly.

Another man would see only a satisfied woman. But I’m not any other man. “Tell me what’s wrong. Now.”