Logic, reason, rationality, control—all of it was burned away by the carnal demands of his mouth. I strained to be closer, kissing him back for all I was worth. He growled in approval, punching his hips forward, grinding his cock against my clit. Oh, God, yes.
The burn of his hot mouth felt like a brand. The erotic flicks of his tongue demanded more. The sure, confident hands that roamed over me screamed possession. The feel of his dick rubbing my clit felt like a promise.
I really needed him to follow through with that sexual promise, because the molten lust pumping through my veins had whipped my body into a damn frenzy. My nipples were hard. My pussy was damp. My nerve-endings were crying out for more.
He shoved his hand into my panties and thrust a finger inside me—no preamble, no hesitation, only the sheer intention to take what he wanted. His finger curved just right, and I gasped. He put his mouth to my ear and pressed on my g-spot. “There?” It was a snarl in my ear. He knew damn well he’d found the right spot.
“Yes,” I hissed, arching into his hand.
His finger, so skilled and warm, worked me hard. His free hand yanked up my top, and he latched onto my nipple. I moaned as he sucked, bit, and flattened the taut bud against the roof of his mouth until it tingled and throbbed.
Releasing my nipple, he bit my earlobe. “I’m going to fuck you. Possess you. Tell me you want it,” he said through his teeth.
“I want it.”
He fucked me harder with his finger, growling as my tight inner muscles contracted around it.
I moaned. Groaned. Demanded more. And then I came. My release hit me out of nowhere and totally swept me under. I sagged against him, breathing hard, my heart pounding in my chest.
Dane withdrew his hand, propped me on the counter, and ragged off my pants and panties. He snapped open his fly, freeing his cock. Fuck, it was thick. And long. And it looked almost painfully hard.
He whipped a condom out of his back pocket, donned it fast, and then angled my hips just right. “Going to make you come so fucking hard for me.” He rammed his cock balls-deep into my swollen pussy, taking full, instant possession of me in one brutal thrust.
My breath caught in my throat. Jesus, he felt bigger than he looked. He didn’t give me a moment to adjust to his size. He pounded into me like it was the only thought in his mind.
I locked my arms and legs tight around him, groaning as his fat cock dragged over long-unused, super-sensitized muscles. It had been at least ten months since I’d last had sex. And, well, this was sure making up for it.
He was all masculine domination as he took and used and fucked me with sheer sexual aggression. I loved every damn second of it. And it wasn’t long before another orgasm began to build inside me, making my pussy flutter and tighten.
“Not yet,” he bit out. “Hold it.”
“Can’t,” I rasped.
He snarled. “Fucking hold it. You come when I say, not before.”
Bastard. I clung to him tighter, as if it would keep the orgasm at bay. There was something primal and almost animalistic about the way he grunted and growled and breathed hard against my neck while he fucked me. And that flipped my switch in a way I wouldn’t have expected, which did not help me stave off my release.
“Dane.” It was close to a sob.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he praised. “Keep holding it for me.”
I felt his cock thicken inside me as he upped his pace, slamming so hard it hurt in a way that only amplified the pleasure. Each savage thrust wound me tighter and tighter, until I was so close to coming, I could practically taste it. And that was it. I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Dane.”
“Come,” he growled. “Want to hear you scream.”
Pure pleasure whipped through me like a bolt of lightning. My eyes went blind, my head fell back, my back bowed, and—sure enough—a raspy scream tore out of my throat.
His fingertips bit into my thighs as he rammed harder once, twice, three times. His spine stiffened and he growled a harsh curse, burying his face in my neck as he exploded inside me.
I slumped against him, my lungs burning for air. It took at least a few minutes for my post-orgasm buzz to fade enough for reality to filter into my brain. When it did, I inwardly cursed.
Shit, this had been a bad idea. A really bad idea.
Well, not so much an “idea.” I hadn’t been thinking. Only feeling. All sensible thought had vanished from my mind the moment Dane’s mouth crushed mine. I couldn’t even blame him, though. Both of us lost control, and I doubted he was any more comfortable with that loss of control than I was.