Screwed In Sin City

Her eyes flit up to mine, locked in a weighty, seductive stare that steals my breath as the sound of the zipper being slid down invades my ears. There’s a moment of stillness between us then, void of sound, of feeling, and of sight...it’s just us, the two of us. Nothing else. We’re not in a moment—we are the moment.

It may have lasted mere seconds, or hours, I can’t tell. But as she takes me in, just as I relish in every inch of her below me, time suddenly speeds up, back to reality. Back to the fiery lust that explodes between us.

Suddenly, there’s not enough time left in the world for us to get the barriers between us out of the way. We’re rushed, and urgent, like our lives depend on finding one another. On baring ourselves.

I’ve got to have her, and I can’t wait another second.

A low growl emits from my throat as I pull her shirt over her head and undo her bra, then her jeans, pushing them down over her hips along with her panties. “Fuck,” I curse again, so enthralled by the creamy skin I’m uncovering, kissing and licking at her hips and stomach as I push the jeans out of the way.

She’s just as desperate as she undresses me, pushing and tugging the clothing away to reveal each contour and muscle. Some, she’s seen before in the bright lights of the Excalibur. Others are new, and she’s scanning down my lower abdomen, to my hip bones with such primal desire that my erection only grows harder as she rids me of my boxers, letting it spring free.

“Ohhh.” Josie’s eyes widen. The surprise on her face would be thoroughly satisfying if I wasn’t so completely lost in the wave of desperation that flooded me, needing to plunge myself into her so bad I ached for it.

Normally, I’d revel in the chance to have her mouth on my cock, sucking and tasting me until I can’t control myself, but something’s snapped inside me, breaking my resolve into pieces.

“Josie…” Her name on my lips is a double-edged sword, a curse and a blessing.

She glances up, gazing at me through her long eyelashes. I can see it in the darkened eyes that stare into me.

She’s beyond control now, too.

I don’t fucking think so. I push her back onto the couch, not giving her the chance to act on whatever sexual impulses she’s got flowing through that pretty little head of hers. She gasps at the sudden power in my movements, the bolt of sheer desire to overtake her and own her and fill her completely. But, not once does she protest.

No, Josie’s not scared. Shocked, yes, but she’s just as fucking turned on as I am, and just as fucking desperate for me to bury myself inside her.

“Oh, Josie.” I’m beyond words now, yet they’re falling from my lips without thought behind them. I sound almost sympathetic as I hover over her and position my rock-hard cock against her entrance. She gasps again, but I don’t hear it. Because the only thing I’m tuned into is the wetness I can feel against the tip of my hardness, and the way she spreads her legs apart wider, giving herself over to me.

“Oh god, Josie,” I whisper again, and a devilish grin makes the corners of my mouth turn up. “Welcome to the wild side.” With that, I plunge into her.

7

Josie

He’s so fucking hot.

That’s my last coherent thought before Derek pushes me back onto the couch with such a fierce and animalistic look in his eyes that I’m unable to do anything but succumb.

And there’s nothing else I’d rather do. I can feel the liquid heat pooling in my core, and the scorching desire flushing my cheeks.

But none of that compares to the moment he thrusts himself inside me.

He’s relentless, giving me little time to adjust around his thick cock. Loud gasps and moans pass my lips as Derek moves within me, one hand propping himself above me and the other cupping one of my breasts, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

I’ve managed to encircle my hands around to the back of his neck, my fingers pressing into the skin there to push his face down to mine. His mouth covers mine again, our tongues exploring each other with a renewed urgency.

I’ve never wanted anything the way I want—need—Derek to take me, wholly and completely. I can’t think of anything beyond the mix of pain and pleasure that encompasses me as he delivers each thrust in hard, fas

t synchronicity, claiming me with a vengeance.

I clutch my thighs against his hips, holding him to me, holding myself to him. The taut muscles of his neck and back beneath my fingertips bunch and clench with each vigorous movement, and my fingernails dig into his heated flesh in time with each sharp, desperate gasp I make.

Every forceful thrust drives me closer to madness. The edge of my control is near, and I can feel myself teetering as the muscles within my core begin to clench around him. The need for release is building inside me with such fervor that I’m gasping for air, small whimpers and pleas falling from my lips.

“Derek…” I beg him. “Derek, I—”

“Open your eyes, Josie.” His voice is forced from the exertion, but the command is clear. “Open your eyes and come for me.”

His demands coerce my eyes open, and it’s a challenge to keep them that way as he continues to pound into me relentlessly.