Looking for Trouble (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 1)
Oh, God. She shook her head. She didn’t want to say it. She just wanted him to do it.
“You want me rough?”
She nodded.
“Tell me why.”
“No,” she breathed. “No.”
The fingers that had been stroking her shoved deep inside her body.
“Tell me,” he insisted. “Do you want to be punished?” His other hand rose to twist into her hair. Hard. “For wanting it so much?”
She tried to nod, but he twisted her hair harder. “Yes!” she finally cried out. “Yes.” His fingers eased their hold, and his other hand slipped free of her body to stroke her clit.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, working herself against his fingers. She was so turned on. So wet and swollen for him already.
“I’ll punish you, Sophie,” he murmured close to her ear. She shivered as his mouth brushed her neck. “I’ll treat you like a whore.”
She could barely control her breath now. Yes. That was just what she wanted.
“I’ll fuck you hard. Is that what you want?”
She nodded.
“Tell me.”
“Yes.” She could barely get the word past her tight throat. “I want it hard. Please.”
His hands were on her blouse then. He gripped both sides and ripped it open, tearing the fabric and sending buttons scattering. She cried out and her heart pumped so hard it shook, and suddenly she was turning, falling. Her back hit the couch and he was over her, shoving up her bra. His mouth was on her breast, then his teeth on her nipple.
“Yes,” she said, gripping his head, feeling the rough stubble beneath her hands and against the sensitive skin of her breast.
He shoved her skirt up to her waist, then tore her panties down as he knelt on the floor between her legs. Books slipped off the coffee table when he shoved it aside. Alex got a condom from his pocket. Sophie squirmed in anticipation.
She didn’t have to wait long. The head of his cock slipped along her pussy, making her groan with need. He fisted himself and she felt him begin to push inside. Her body resisted, but he was merciless and she was so damn wet. The pressure of it made her cry out, but he seemed to take it as encouragement. He pulled back a little, easing the tightness, and then he plunged deep.
Sophie screamed with pleasure. God, she loved the way he fucked. She loved the way he treated her gently in every way except this. He was right. She needed it rough. Wanted to be punished. His cock filling her so deep and tight was real and good and everything she wanted.
She stared up at him, heat sweeping through her whole body at the sight o
f him above her. He looked so dangerous. Furious. His teeth bared in a snarl as he began to fuck her. His hands slid up to her breasts. When he pinched her nipples she bucked against him in shock, then stretched out with a broken moan. Yes. His fingers twisted as he sank his cock deep and she tipped her hips up for more.
God, he was perfect. His big hands bringing her just the right amount of pain, his muscles pressing against inked skin, and his cock a steady, invading force. She wanted him naked, but she liked him like this, too. Jeans unbuckled and unzipped, because he couldn’t wait to fuck her, he didn’t have time to strip down before he got into her pussy.
“You need it like this, don’t you?” he growled.
“Yes,” she whispered, eagerly meeting each of his ruthless thrusts.
“Is this what makes you come, Sophie? Being fucked like an animal?” His fingers squeezed her nipples hard. “Being hurt?”
“Yes,” she cried, arching up into his rough hands.
“Good. Because I love fucking you just like this. Like you’re my personal whore.”
Suddenly, one of his hands was on her belly, and his thumb flicked at her clit. Sophie whimpered, the pleasure so good it almost scared her.
Her thighs began to shake. “Please,” she begged. His other hand braced her hip and he fucked her harder. “Please,” she said again, over and over. She needed it. She needed to come for him. She whispered his name.