Dangerous Love(26)

"Derk, please."

"What, M?" he inquired with a full mouth.

Ass was messing with her. She groaned and tilted her hips into his pelvis.

"What do you want, Mac?" He popped free of her breast. "Tell me," he ordered.

"You, I want you."

Smirking, he lifted her knees into the crook of his arms. "Want me how?"

"Ugh." She closed her eyes in exasperation. He was toying with her. "Fuck me, Derk," she whispered.

Moaning, he rasped, "All you had to do was ask."

He went wild on her.

His mouth was everywhere, on her mouth, her chin, her neck, his tongue delved into her ear and slid down her throat. Grasping his shirt, she yanked it over his head and gasped at the sight of his firm torso. Tattoos splayed across his muscular chest and one tribal tattoo started at his pelvis and disappeared down that beautiful happy trail, hidden by his denim.

Derk broke his connection, reached for the band on her yoga pants, shimmied them off her legs and made certain to take her lace panties with them.

"Oh, baby," he moaned appreciatively. His large forefinger slid between her bare, slick folds and sunk deep into her core. "Bare and soaked for me."

With no control over her body, she pushed her pelvis into his hand, the heel of his palm caressed her tiny protruding nub.

"That's it, baby," he strained.

Her body rapidly reached for ecstasy, wanting and needing that euphoric place she'd been missing for oh so long. Closing her eyes, her nails left a trail down Derk's back that most certainly left marks. She allowed herself to become lost in the sensations he brought unto her.

Suddenly, he was gone, leaving her bereft. Eyes flying open, she watched him slam open the glove box and pull out a condom. Somewhere in the back of her mind that disturbed her, but she wasn't capable of processing it correctly.

Scrambling, he undid his belt and popped open his pants. Unzipping them, he pulled out the largest erection she'd ever seen on a man. His girth was almost as large as her thin wrists. Dear lord, he'd rip her insides apart.

Rolling the condom on, he aligned himself against her and with one hard thrust, he was inside her, his large cock touching her womb.

"Oh, God," she yelled.

"Jesus, so tight." He strained and stilled. They both panted, adjusting to the volcanic invasion.

Slowly he slid out then pushed himself back in, acclimating both of them to his oversized length. They moaned and groaned together, the sounds erotic in their enclosed space.

And then he seemed to lose whatever remaining minute self-control he possessed.

Pumping unmerciful and fast into her, she couldn't manage the strength of his force pounding into her small frame. He propelled her into the passenger side door. Reaching up, she braced herself against the unforgiving steel.

Deliciously full, an experience she'd never had with any lover, she re-hooked her legs into his arms, the position bordered painful. Just enough bite to make her body quiver. He drove her to the brink of insanity, relentlessly driving into her. Far from considering herself innocent, this was like no other experience she ever had. The way he seemed to lose himself in her gave her a heady sense of control over him.

Was it possible for a woman to have any type of hold on Derk?

Naked flesh erotically slapping together, echoed loudly throughout the limited space. Her body grew sensitive, her thighs began to shake. All processed thinking left her as her body started to climb higher, almost at the brink. Derk dug deeper and hit that spot that instantly sent her screaming his name in a mind blowing, body wrenching orgasm. Her fluids flowed and washed over him.

"Fuck!" he bellowed, his body strained and spilled his seed into the condom, going still inside her.

Derk collapsed on top of her. They both gasped for air. If she could stay in that position forever, she would. There was nothing comparable to the feel of him still erect inside her channel as her body continued to shudder with tiny aftershocks pulsating around him.

"Mmmm," he purred. "You're definitely spending the night. We're not finished."

Just one night. What harm could come with one night of self-indulgence?





15



Leaning against the headboard, nude, on his California king sized bed, Derk watched Mackenzie down half a bottle of water. Twice he'd fucked her senseless and twice he about lost his damn mind. When he'd lost control and sunk into her tight body in the cab of his truck, little did he realize how she’d affect his self-control. He smirked knowing she was all right with car sex. Mac had a bit of a wild streak. Good to know. But what about three in the afternoon in a shopping plaza? Or six in the evening at the park? Testing her was going to be such entertainment. Because, yeah, him fucking her didn’t do a single thing to rid her out of his system. Like a greedy bastard, he wanted more. At some point he’d get his fill and then he’d move on, but until that time, he’d take and take and take. A good, sound plan.