Bad Behavior(10)

"I warned you, angel." He pushed me farther up into the center of the bed. He ripped my blouse open, buttons flying. I held my arms above my head so he could take it all off. He was rough, dragging my chemise up my body. He rolled me to my side and unzipped my skirt before yanking it down. His short nails raked my thighs as he went. Then he straddled me and admired my red bra and panty set.

"Planning on company tonight?" he asked.

"A gal never knows when she might stumble across a good fuck." I felt like a matador, waving a red flag in the face of the bull.

His jaw tightened again. I could see the blood racing through a vein in his neck. I wanted to lick along that thick line. He fisted my hair and pulled. Yes.

Leaning in close, so close to me, he said, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be walking straight for a week, much less looking for another lover."

I believed him and couldn't stifle the moan of desire. He leaned away from me and cupped my pussy while still studying me with those green eyes. The scar in his eyebrow made him look even more dominant, aggressive. The scar plus the tats? Irresistible.

Wild things like him didn't grow in this city anymore. He was from a different soil altogether, hardened by the southern sun.

"Wet, angel? So wet." He let the heel of his hand rub my clit as his fingertips played at the lace covering my entrance. I rocked my hips up to his hand, needing it all right then. Needing him.

"Not yet." He stopped and pulled my panties down my legs and threw them aside. He settled between my thighs, his hard cock nudging against my clit.

I moved to take off my bra. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. "No. I gave you a chance to strip. You didn't take it. Now it's all mine."

His voice was gravelly and deep. If lust had a sound, this would be it. He squeezed my wrists until they hurt a little for emphasis. "Keep them there."

The pain was like the first hit of anesthesia or an illicit drug. Just a taste, but enough to make me want more. I wanted the pain, needed the complement to the pleasure.

He let go and I sighed.

He arched a brow, momentary surprise playing across his features.

"You want more of that, angel?" He smiled, a fierce, sharp look that made me tremble with need. "You're about to get plenty more where that came from."



       
         
       
        

He palmed my breasts through the lace, kneading them hard and then soft, alternating from too much to not enough. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt. I wanted his mouth on them and his cock seated as deep as it would go. I thrust my hips up at him, trying to wriggle his head inside me.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked. I yelped at the unexpected pain. His lips were next to my ear. "Angel, I will fuck you when I want to fuck you. Not any sooner."

He released his grip slightly but didn't let go of my hair. I didn't want him to. His control was my undoing.

With his other hand he reached behind me and unclasped my bra. He scooted it up off my tits and leaned back and looked at them. He licked his lips.

"Jesus." His cock jumped at my pussy, but I remained still, obeying him. No easy task. His hard body, the rippling muscles along his abs, and his strength made me crave him. I wondered what he would do if I disobeyed, but I was just scared enough not to try it.

He lifted my bra off me and let my hands stay free.

"Touch me."

I was more than happy to oblige. I ran my fingers into his hair, getting a hold as he sank down my body. He sucked my nipple into his mouth. No teasing, just straight to work. His tongue lashed the tip as he sucked. I arched my back up to him, and he took my other peak in his hand, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

His hips moved against me, his cock teasing my clit and building up the tension inside me even more. I cried out when he bit my nipple, the pain mixing with the pleasure until I was sure I was going to come just from his mouth on me.

He raised his head and kissed up my collarbone, lingering there for a moment. His mouth was hot and wet as he sucked the tender skin where my neck began. I didn't care if he left marks. They were a small price to pay for the pleasure he was giving me. I dug my nails into his back from the sensation of his lips on my sensitive skin. He continued his route and bit down on my shoulder before smoothing over the sting with more kisses. He drove me to the point where I reached down to his ass and pushed, again trying to get him inside me.

He stopped, raised up, flipped me onto my stomach, and spanked my ass-several hard hits that sent tremors to my pussy, setting my clit on fire. I moaned, low in my throat like a cheap hooker. I couldn't help it. I had never been spanked like this before in my life, even with the many notches in my bedpost. The pain turned me on to an alarming degree. I raised my ass to him, getting on my knees to give him a better target. I wanted to feel the vibration even deeper. But the blows stopped.