Bad Behavior(126)

"Yes," I breathed, his fingers robbing me of any dissent.

"You enjoyed staying the night?" He delved lower and put two fingers inside me.

"I . . ."



       
         
       
        

"You do remember you are under oath, Ms. Montreat?"

"Yes."

"So, you enjoyed staying the night? Yes or no?"

"Yes." I couldn't fight him, not when his palm was pressed against my clit as his fingers worked deeper inside.

"You want this, don't you, Ms. Montreat?"

"That depends on what the meaning of 'this' is." My answer ended on a squeal as he pulled my hair back and ran his teeth down my throat.

"Apologies, Ms. Montreat." He laughed, a deep, low sound that might have come from a predator playing with its food. "Let me ask it better. You want my fingers inside your hot, wet cunt?" He emphasized the words with pulses of his fingers.

"I . . . I . . . yes."

"You want my cock inside you?" He rolled his hips against my backside, his hard length promising pleasure.

"Yes."

"You want me to make you come?"

He yanked my head back to claim my mouth before I could even give him the answer. Yes.

He pulled his fingers from me and rolled to his back before pushing me up and turning me over.

"I want to watch you fuck me." His eyes were the deepest blue in the morning light-somehow clear but dark.

I straddled him and gripped his cock with one hand, positioning him at my opening. His hands were on my hips, pushing me down. I slid onto him, my pussy already wet and wanting. A slight pinch and then nothing but pleasure.

"Wash." I couldn't think of anything else. Just him, what he was doing to me, the way he made me feel.

"God, look at you." He let his gaze travel my face, my tits, and finally where our bodies joined so perfectly. "I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life."

If I hadn't been impaled on his cock, I might have swooned off the bed.

He ran his hands down my thighs and back to my hips. "I want to pound up into you, Caroline, but I won't. Set the pace. I want you to come all over my cock. I want to feel it, to watch, to see you. Can you do that?"

I bit my lip and nodded, my body expanding around him until he was a perfect fit. I edged up, sliding him out halfway before dropping back down. He groaned and tensed, his fingertips retreading the bruises he'd left on me last night.

I moaned as I rose again, this time pulling him out to the tip before settling back down, every tiny bit of friction firing along my skin. My rhythm was slow at first, rocking back and forth on him. He kept his eyes on me, and he groaned when I sat straight up and put his hands in my hair as I ground against him. I leaned over him, putting my palms on his chest as I rolled and swirled. His heart beat like a drum beneath my palm, and he squeezed my ass. 

Everything took on a haze as my approaching orgasm began shutting off all the lights except for the one between my thighs.

"Keep your eyes on me, baby. I want to see it." His jaw was tight, dark strands of hair sticking to the fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.

I looked down at him, keeping his blues locked in my gaze as my movements grew more desperate. My body tightened, my core squeezing him in even closer. Wash moved his hands to my breasts, cupping and kneading them as I sped up my pace. His pecs flexed under my hands, and I dug my nails into him as the heat rose to a roar inside me.

His hips lifted to meet me just a bit, matching my strokes. The extra friction pushed me over the edge, and I came with a strangled moan, his name on my lips as I exploded, wave after wave of heat echoing through my body. I fell onto him, my mouth at his neck as I struggled to catch my breath. He eased in and out of me, slow and controlled as I lay on him.

In one smooth motion, he flipped us over so that he was on top, my legs falling open as he began to surge into me. Even though I'd just come hard enough to leave me light-headed, his rough thrusts sent a buzz through me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he kissed me hard on the mouth. His pace grew frantic, the flames shooting higher as I burned beneath him.

His hands were in my hair, tangling and pulling as he bore down on me with intense strokes. I held on to him, my clit screaming at the continued contact. I couldn't have stopped him if I'd tried. He was muscle and tension and desire. He released my mouth and I took in a huge breath of air as he bent his head next to mine, his lips on my shoulder. His groans grew louder, his balls slapping into my ass, his body caging me.

He thrust deep and I arched up into him, giving him all I had. Another hard plunge and he bit into my shoulder as he came. He moaned as his cocked pulsed inside me. The thought of my pussy soaked with him had me clawing at his back as he finished. His breath came out in a whoosh of air and satisfaction.