Dominate (Deliver 8)

They reached for his cock at the same time, wriggling and lining up their bodies, wild and clumsy in their urgency. She knew he would stretch her, bruise her, possibly injure her, and she didn’t even care.

She counted on it.

With the broad tip of him notched at her entrance, he wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft. A habit? To prevent himself from sinking in all the way?

Clenching his jaw, he held her gaze and pushed past her opening.

Sensations unfurled, exploding shimmers of pleasure around the stretching invasion. His entire body shook with the effort to control his thrust, and she trembled with him, moaning, squirming, needing more. More burning, more pressure, more him.

She slapped him across the head. “Hurt me, goddammit. I want to feel you.”

He stopped breathing, eyes wide and frighteningly angry.

Then a nefarious smile lit his face.

He dropped his hand from his cock, removing that barrier, and impaled her to the hilt with absolutely no mercy.

CHAPTER 15

Rylee let out an ear-splitting scream of pain, and Tomas choked on a groan, shaking in the exquisite grip of her body. Christ, he was going to come.

From one thrust.

Holy fucking fuck.

He wasn’t a sadist, but damn, this woman had begged for it so beautifully. Not just begged. She’d demanded it.

Hurt me, goddammit.

Yeah, he was hurting her, and she was taking it like a champ. Every inch of him. Each time he hit the back of her hot cunt, she wailed, cursed, and clutched his ass, pulling him tighter, harder against her.

She was tougher than he’d thought, and everything was so wet and warm around him, sucking him in, gripping him like a glove. The sweet smell of her skin, the intoxicating way she tasted, her sexy little cries of hunger and rage—these were things he would never forget. Fucking incredible. Hotter than hell.

That only enraged him more.

Why wasn’t it like this with other women? He was so accustomed to the gasps of fear, awkwardness of penetration, and pleas for him to slow down and be gentle. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d just let loose and plowed into a woman. Or when he’d actually had sex without holding a hand around his cock.

Never.

Rylee was unlike anyone he’d ever been with. Just his goddamn luck.

Only four days ago, he’d strangled the life out of her and contemplated leaving her for dead. And that was before he knew the infuriating depths of her stubbornness. The best thing to do now was just fuck her until she broke.

He grabbed her by the throat, growing painfully hard at the sight of her huge silver eyes, the gaping O of her swollen lips, and the jiggle of her perky, round tits as she tried to suck in air.

She was beyond gorgeous. Utterly perfect. He fucking despised her.

Driving viciously against the walls of her cunt, he rammed his tongue down her throat in the most aggressive kiss he’d ever taken.

When he finally let her breathe, she growled and ripped at his hair. But it didn’t stop her from kissing him back. Their mouths fused, crashing and mauling like they were trying to dislocate each other’s faces. It was violent and crude and emotionally unbridled, releasing an unfathomable flood of passion.

He pounded into her, biting her lips and licking the tears that drenched her face. Sand and grit clung to her hair, his hands, their arms and legs.

The heat was unbearable, the sun relentless. But the fever between them overpowered everything, flowing uncontrollably through their locked tongues, breaths, and hips. Nothing was stopping them.

With a surge of strength, she pushed him onto his back and started to ride him, clawing at his chest, trying to claw away his dominance.

Fuck that. He rose to his feet without disconnecting their bodies, continued to grind her on his cock, and crossed the distance to the cave.

He dumped her on the ground in the shade. She landed with a yelp, and he fell upon her, thrusting deep, power-fucking her into the rocky sand, dripping with sweat, and tearing her up like an animal. She choked him. He choked her right back, and within seconds, she was coming in a torrent of incensed screams.

“Fuck you, Tommy!” She sank her nails into his arms, panting and thrashing and gushing all over his cock. “Oh, Jesus, it hurts so good. So fucking good.”

Impaled on the full length of him, she came and came, flailing wildly, unabashedly through the longest orgasm in history. Sweet God in hell, she was the most arousing, extraordinarily beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Such a sexy, uninhibited screamer, who liked it rough, got off on pain, and left shameless scratches all over his body. So fucking satisfying.

But he wasn’t satisfied.

He didn’t want her to enjoy it more than he was.

Pulling out, he flipped her over in the dirt and spanked her. She fought him belligerently while wriggling her ass for more.