“You’re such a slut.” He grabbed her hips and slammed into her from behind.
“If I’m a slut…” Panting, she pushed back and forced him deeper. “You’re a depraved, twisted pervert. Give it to me, you sick fuck. Make me feel it.”
His balls tightened. His skin caught fire, and the pressure in his cock exploded. He came violently, dizzyingly, groaning, jerking through the thrusts, unable to slow down as he fucked her like a dog.
He shouldn’t have shot his load that quickly. Hell, he shouldn’t have fucking come in her at all.
Irritated, he pushed her away, his cock still rigid and throbbing.
She fell onto her back, legs spread, pussy glistening, and eyes glimmering with filthy, forbidden temptation.
He wasn’t done. Not even close.
In the next breath, he was inside her again, his tongue in her mouth, his furious thrusts stabbing between her thighs. He’d never been a gentle lover, but he was really going at it with her, slapping her tits, biting her throat, marking her flesh, leaving hickeys and bruises, and God only knew the damage he was inflicting on her cunt.
He wouldn’t pretend it was the moral thing to do or that he was justified in any way, but what followed was the angriest, loudest, sweatiest, most passionate sex of his life.
Every time she climaxed, he spiraled with her, falling deeper, further into her corrupt, dishonest, deliciously tight clasp.
His recovery rate was unprecedented. He’d never been able to go multiple rounds without breaks in between. But with Rylee, he never wanted to stop.
He used her mercilessly—on the ground, against the Jeep, and across the front seat with the air-conditioning blowing at full speed. It went on and on, orgasm after orgasm, in every position. Just when he thought he couldn’t go another round, she did this seductive lip-biting thing with an evil glint in her eyes, and blood surged to his cock with a vengeance.
They ended up at the entrance of the cave again where the shade from the butte was the coolest. With his back to the rocky cliff, he held her on his lap, hands clenched on her waist, moving her up and down on his sore, ravenous erection.
Scratches and bite marks covered her gorgeous breasts in a tapestry of destruction and passion. Their bodies were soaked in layers of sweat and come, with sand creeping into places they would never get clean.
“Fuuuck!” She threw her head back, moaning. “I love your huge, gorgeous cock. Even if you are a heartless asshole.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He dragged her mouth to his, kissing her hungrily, furiously, trying to quench an unquenchable thirst.
It was impossible. This felt too amazing. She felt too perfect. It was as if he’d been waiting his entire life to experience this. To experience Rylee Sutton in all her lusty, untamed glory.
He separated their mouths and stared at her, enraptured. Then he captured her lips again, his hand falling to the small of her back and gently fitting her against him.
His hips were no longer moving, his body no longer racing toward release. He was still hard inside her, but he just wanted to touch her, enjoy the nearness of her beauty, for no other reason than because he could.
He moved his lips to her throat, licking gently, savoring her salty-sweet taste.
“What are you doing?” She touched his jaw, pushing away his mouth.
With a hand framing her angelic face, he leaned in to kiss her.
She pulled back and wriggled on his cock. “Why did you stop?”
“I’m spent.”
“Bullshit.” She scoffed with disdain. “You dominate women in your sleep.”
As conflicted and angry as he was with this crazy woman, he wasn’t so far out of his mind to not recognize she had severe intimacy issues.
Her eyes hardened as if she could read his thoughts. Shoving off his lap, she gave him the finger and strode toward the Jeep.
No, she limped, nursing each step. He’d done that. He’d fucked her so brutally she could barely walk.
He smiled, feeling a sick amount of satisfaction in that.
Until she spoke.
“I thought a guy your age could go for days.” She flashed a venomous glare over her shoulder. “Evan might be twenty years older than you, but he knows how to fuck me properly. He loves my ass.”
Yeah, he knew all about Evan’s ass-fucking, but it was difficult to hear.
What was this burning pit in his stomach? The sudden difficulty in swallowing. The loss of vision due to a blinding need to gut her neighbor from neck to balls.
Was it jealousy?
That was new.
So was her insult. He’d been with women who cowered and grimaced and sometimes cried in pain, but they never outright criticized his performance.
She was baiting him. He knew it, but he couldn’t stop himself from moving. He just…lost it.
He caught her at the Jeep, bent her over the bumper, and fucked her pussy so hard that her head hit against the scorching metal hood.