He'd given me too much to think about today, especially when the danger wasn't close to over. But the nightmare from this morning already seemed like ancient history.
I swore this man's sex appeal and the good heart he had underneath the roaring bear tattoo did something to bend time, rolled it back. Or maybe he just made me forget, and his body was the best amnesia a girl could ever have.
His hands pulled at my clothes. He had them off in no time, and then he kicked off his own, exposing each layer of his perfection a little at a time.
Asphalt's big chest rose and fell when he was naked, his excitement building. I pulled him into me with another kiss, feeling his cock rubbing against me.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted, pushing into my wet pussy.
He stretched me, filled me, and held his cock deep. I gasped, electrified with pleasure. My legs locked around his.
The hunger was too great tonight. This wasn't a time to take it slow and explore. I needed to be fucked – hard.
I arched my body, pushing my lips eagerly against his. He growled into my mouth and began moving his hips, fucking his way into me, making my whole pussy ripple with his power.
My clit burned. Each thrust came harder, and I wanted even more.
I needed him to fling me around the bed tonight, take me, own me the way he'd promised. It had to be hard, rough, and merciless so I'd have something to hold onto, something I'd never forget.
Bad things had already happened. In this life, the worst was always around the corner. If it came, I didn't want regrets.
I had to get fucked so hard I'd remember this night forever. Remember the raw love and energy in every bed slapping thrust.
I took him eagerly, moaning when he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, digging his teeth in. Asphalt thrust harder, holding his pubic bone against me, grinding his dick inside me like a bull in rut.
“There, there!” I whimpered, breaking the latest kiss. “Harder.”
Our eyes were electrified. I saw unbridled lust in his jade, and they reflected the same lightning in my own soft blue eyes, suddenly alive with the need to fuck like mad for just one night.
“Fuck, baby girl, sometimes you make me wanna do nasty, terrible shit.” He slowed for a second, twisting my blonde locks around his fingers.
“So do it,” I said, throwing my hips into his. “Do them all.”
I wasn't sure what kind of challenge I'd just given him, but he accepted. Next thing I knew, he pulled out, and flipped me over, slamming me down on the bed with one hand in the small of my back.
“You'll hurt for me a little first,” he growled, rubbing his stubble against my ear. “Then you'll feel so damned good you'll never know how you lived without being fucked with no limits, Elle Jo.”
That was the only warning I got before he shut up and brought his open palm down on my ass. I jerked with surprise, feeling the hot, red needles shooting through my buttocks.
I'd left myself wide open. His cock pushed against my pussy, sinking into me from behind, picking up where he'd left off.
“You fuck me with everything you've got, little girl, or I'll hit you harder. Show me you fucking love me, babe. Show me you can become a total goddamned slut when you're not teasing me with those soft kisses and the fire on your lips.”
Yes, sir!
I threw my hips back into his so hard the bed began to shake. I fucked him for all I was worth, feeling him slap my ass again whenever I slowed down, desperate to meet his frenzied thrusts.
It didn't take long. The molten fire building up inside me broke through my nerves, the sharp, delicious agony he'd left on my ass cheeks blending like never before.
I'd never thought I was into this kind of stuff. Tonight, I stood corrected, and I think I became the biggest pain slut who'd ever lived.
Being spanked by the wild animal fucking me from behind sent me into a universe of blinding pleasure I'd never imagined. When I came, my pussy tightened so hard on him he had to use all his strength to keep going through it, fucking me into an orgasmic frenzy, robbing all of my senses except one.
My mouth opened in a perfect circle and I tried to scream. But nothing would come out. My lungs burned to keep oxygen flowing into my convulsing muscles.
And I twitched hard on his cock, flopping like mad, especially when he growled. Asphalt pinned me down so I couldn't move, leaving me a prisoner to his thrusts.
I couldn't tell where the first blinding release stopped and the next began. I couldn't talk, couldn't breathe, couldn't even scream as he owned me in the deepest sense.
He played me like his personal instrument, pulled every one of my strings tight, until they snapped off in the relentless fist tangled in my hair, the savage thrusts fucking me into carnal seas that tried to drown me.
Can't breathe. Can't breathe – and I fucking love it!