“Don’t make fun of me Kyle,” I whispered. “I need to feel you inside me, right now.” All traces of humor on his face evaporated, he looked at me with lust and raw, primal desire. I wrapped my arm around his neck and leaned up to his cheek and whispered, “Don’t make me beg.”
Those words seemed to be his undoing. He lowered his mouth and kissed me roughly, then grabbed my hand and dragged me off the dance floor.
Shuffling towards the back of the club, Kyle pushed me out through an emergency door, to a side ally. He looked around before slamming me against the building wall.
I was breathless as his hands slipped under my skirt to my panties. He tugged each side and they came away in his hands. I panted, totally turned on by the move. He slipped them into the back pocket as he unbuttoned his jeans. His black shirt was fitted to his hard, broad chest emphasizing his powerful frame. He sheathed himself and then kissed me hard, biting and sucking on my lip, so hard I tasted the coppery flavor of blood in my mouth.
“You wanna get fucked princess, you’re gonna get fucked,” he growled, pushing my skirt around my waist. He lifted me up. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
I did, locking my ankles around his waist. I felt him press against my entrance and I waited for the pain. It never came.
Kyle plunged himself into me and all I felt was the raw, primal urge to rock against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he punished me with thrust after hard thrust. I whimpered, fire igniting inside me, quickening at a rapid pace.
“God you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned and then in a much softer tone he asked, “Are you sore?” I was, in a deliciously full way.
“Yes, but please Kyle don’t stop,” I cried, racing to my release.
“You’re pussy was made for me baby.” My eyes rolled and my head fell back. I was so close…“Only me princess, your pussy is mine. You got it?” he growled.
I trembled and nodded “Yes.”
He stilled and I cried out in frustration.
I was on the brink and he stopped. “Kyle,” I begged, bucking against him.
He pressed his forehead to mine, panting. “Say it baby and I’ll let you come.”
I was ready to combust. I screamed in frustration. “It’s yours Kyle, I’m all yours, my pussy, me, you own me.”
He shuddered and kissed me fiercely. “Damn straight you're mine.” Rolling his hips, he thrust into me so hard I fell over the edge, crying out his name as he continued to pump me relentlessly.
Kyle’s phone rang causing him to freeze inside me. He swore loudly. Pulling out, he lowered me to the ground pulled my skirt down and stepped away from me.
I stood there frozen, ice in my veins. I watched him removed the condom and toss it away before buttoning his jeans and answering his phone. “You have the information I need?” he asked into the phone.
I watched as he nodded; his attention completely on the person on the other side of the phone. I couldn’t hear the conversation and I didn’t want to.
He hung up and shoved his phone back in his pocket, he gazed up at me. “I have to go. Do you need me to take you home?”
It was obvious from his sudden change of mood that he wanted to do anything, but take me home. “Yes,” I said my spine stiffening.
He was not going to fuck me in a side ally and leave me there. The jerk could at least drop me home.
“Lee, I…” he began as he moved toward me and then stopped. Running his hand through his most definitely just fucked hair, he exhaled loudly. “My truck is up here,” was all he said before turning away.
I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. Struggling inside to maintain control of my tattered emotions, I followed slowly after him as he strode through the side ally.
Until this moment, I hadn’t known a heart could break in so many pieces.
I kept my own pace. It was clear from his stiffened posture that he did not want me to catch up with him. When I reached up to him, he was leaning against his truck.
I was surprised when he opened my door for me. “Thank you,” I said.
Refusing his outstretched hand, I attempted to get up. It wasn’t easy to get into his truck on a normal day, but with slippery cowboy boots and a belly full of alcohol, it was impossible. I couldn’t reach the damn step; my legs were too short and my skirt too tight.
I muttered a curse and I tried to jump up instead. I grabbed the seat with my hands, but I couldn’t hoist myself up. I must have looked a sight with my ass hanging off the seat because I heard him laugh. I lost my grip slipped back onto the sidewalk.
Kyle caught me by the waist. “Let me help you,” he chuckled. “Before half of Louisiana sees your girly parts.” I’d forgotten he had my ripped my panties off. I glowered at him, cheeks burning.