I yelp as I suddenly feel his palm connect with my ass with a smack!
"Fuck!" I gasp and I start to stand upright when his hands stop me.
"Don't move," he growls.
And my body responds. Something about the roughness and the demand in his voice ignites something inside of me, and I pant, whimpering for him as he pushes me back down and drags his tongue over my slit.
"You do like being a bad girl, don't you."
I whimper, my eyes squeezing shut and my cheeks hot as his wicked tongue drives me higher and higher.
"I didn't hear you."
"Yes," I gasp.
I yelp when his hand comes down again, spanking my tender ass once again. The sting is immediately soothed by the wet heat of his tongue as it drags over my lips. I gasp, clawing at the vanity in front of me as his hands grab my thighs and pull me against his mouth.
His tongue pushes deep, and curls over my clit, and teases me higher and higher - his growls rumbling through me and sending that edge of danger and darkness through me that has me clinging to the last of my sanity.
I cry out again, and this time, as I raise my head and open my eyes, I catch my own reflection in the mirror - my face twisted in sweet, sweet agony of release. I lock eyes with myself, watching my brow crumble and watching my jaw go slack, and watching the fire roar to a blaze behind those eyes.
And I might not recognize this girl looking back at me.
But I like her.
The pressure builds, my toes start to curl, my face falls, and I can't even keep my eyes open anymore as the orgasm starts to blaze through me. Connor's tongue swirls over my clit again and again, his strong hands gripping my thighs tight and my own still spreading myself for him. His lips fasten around my little bud, and when he sucks gently and flicks his tongue back and forth across it, I shatter.
It's not a cry, it's not a whimper, and it's not a moan. It's a scream of pleasure - a guttural, soul-cleansing, all-encompassing scream when the man who kidnapped me and made me his captive makes me come. The whole world goes white, and every single nerve in my body blazes with heat as I go crashing over that edge.
I'm still gasping for air when he spins me around, my shorts still at my ankles and my shirt still pushed up over my breasts. He kisses me roughly, holding me tight and claiming my mouth and my moans. I can taste myself on his lips, and I don't care. In fact, it's just fuel to the fire roaring inside of me - only fanning the flames higher.
I kick away the boxers, and he tears the undershirt the rest of the way off of me. His hands drop to my still-stinging ass, grabbing me tight and making me yelp as he lifts me up into his arms. My legs go around his chiseled waist, my nipples dragging over the hair on his thick chest as he spins us around and starts to stalk across his loft.
"I'm not done with you by a fucking mile," he growls, kissing me hungrily as his fingers dig into my skin.
He pushed me onto his couch, stalking and crawling over me, his mouth attacking my neck.
"I'm not going to be gentle," he growls into my ear, biting the skin of my neck sharply as if to drive it home.
The moan drips from my lips.
"I know."
"I won't be sweet."
"I don't want sweet," I hiss through clenched teeth, feeling him pressing rock hard between my spread thighs and gasping as I feel his fingers tighten in the hair at the back of my neck.
"You're going to remember this."
"Make me forget everything else."
Chapter Eighteen
Connor
This is such bad news.
This has gone from bad to off the fucking rails, and I know there's no way for me to even think about stopping it now.
The hostage - the girl I brought here and tied up in my trunk with the thought in the back of my mind to kill, is the same hot little thing squirming beneath me, moaning into my kiss, panting as I grind my cock against her.
I should say no.
I should stop this.
I should send her away, or drop her some place in fucking North Dakota where she can just disappear.
She moans, and the rest of my restraint shatters.
Nothing is going to keep me from claiming her though. Nothing is going to stop me from sinking my cock into that sweet pussy that I could taste for days.
I won't be gentle.
I said it half to make her gasp like she did, but half to level with her. I'm not that guy. I'm not going to make love to her and be all tender.
I'm going to fuck her.
I'm going to make her come harder than she's ever come before. Forget her running away again, I'm going to make her come so hard she can't even walk. I'm going to have her shattering on my cock, begging me for more.
And then I'm really going to give it to her.
My mouth devours her neck, lips and teeth sucking and biting hard on her neck.
Marking her as mine.
She whimpers urgently beneath me, her body undulating and arching against me. I can feel how soaking wet and hot she is, her pussy pressed right against the length of my cock through my boxer-briefs. I grind into her, making her feel every inch of me.
A promise of what's to come.
I don't just want her panting for this. I don't just want her wet. I want her begging. I want her so dripping wet that she leaves a fucking puddle on my couch.
I want to tattoo the memory of me filling her for the first time inside her head. I want any man that comes after me to feel like a pale imitation.
She rocks her hips to meet mine, hands clawing down my back as I grind my thick erection against her. Her legs are spread and wide, clamped around my hips as I feel her pussy soaking my cock through the cotton of my briefs.
But I want to feel her.
I pull away and stand, watching her chest rising and falling with her breath - her neck and her collarbone peppered red and purple from my lips and my teeth.
Good.
Her eyes go wide as I hook my thumbs into my shorts, and when I drop them, her mouth opens a little, her pulse beating thick in the hollow of her neck. I wrap my hand around my shaft and grin as I pump the length, stepping back and sitting on the couch.
I reach for her, making her squeal as I pull her into my lap, leg astride my hips and that sweet pussy hovering just above my cock. She groans as I let the head slip over her lips, nudging against her clit and making her shiver.
It occurs to me that I'm not wearing a condom. It occurs to me how batshit insane it would be to keep going without one.
But it also occurs to me that I couldn't give less of a shit about that right now. The need for her is consuming. It's everything, and the obsession of feeling her sinking down every inch of me has me possessed.
I rock my hips up, this time letting the head of my cock nestle right between her lips. She gasps, her eyes flying to mine, and for a second, I wonder if she's just had the same reservation. But when she looks me dead in the eye, bites her lip, and starts to push down, I can tell she's had the same thought process I did.
My hands move up her thighs, grabbing her hips possessively. I pull her down onto me, every damn inch of my cock filling her in one thrust.
She cries out, her fingers digging into my skin, her thighs fighting on my hips, and her pussy gripping me impossibly tight. She's like heaven and silk, her slick, velvety walls milking me tightly and making my damn toes curl. My head spins, and I grit my teeth, luxuriating in the feel of her before I open my eyes and lock them right on hers.
My hands find her wrists, and she moans as I grab them, pulling them away from my body and holding them tight at the small of her back. She's so much smaller than me, and her waist is so thin that my hands are able to wrap around and hold both it and her wrists, holding her firmly.
My cock pulses inside of her as I grip her tight and lift her up. She moans deeply, her chest arched towards me, nipples hard and erect, and I drop my mouth to them, sucking them hungrily. I pull her down, plunging balls-deep in that sweet, perfect pussy and making her scream. My tongue swirls over a nipple, teeth nipping at it as I hold her tight and start to slide her up and down on my lap.
And I meant every word I said.
I'm not gentle, and I don't go slow. I fuck her, growling into her nipples and then her lips, my fingers digging into her skin and our hips slamming together as she rides me.
And tonight, this good girl plays very bad.
She moans like a girl possessed for me - her head flung back, her hair wild, her chest heaving, her hips undulating and rocking to meet mine. I let go of her wrists, my hands grabbing her tight little ass possessively, the other sliding up into her hair and pulling hard. Sierra cries out, her pussy gripping me even tighter and her bouncing getting rougher and more urgent as I sink my teeth into her tender exposed neck.
I roll us over, never pulling out of her and loving the way her breath catches before her back hits the couch. I yank her legs up, ankles at my shoulders and her body doubled up as I start to fuck her with deep, hard thrusts. Her moans turn into these high-pitched, achingly sexy cries of pleasure that fill my loft and have me drowning in them - my cock getting even harder at the sound of her pleasure.
I grit my teeth and go harder, and deeper, and it's like she's insatiable. It's like I can't give her enough, or be rough enough, or dominant enough, because every time I think I've hit her limit, she begs me to go faster, or harder, or her hands claw at my hips as if trying to pull me all the way inside of her.
It seems I've underestimated this girl.
And I'm starting to lose control.
It all becomes a blur - my cock sheathing bare inside of her heat again and again, her ankles digging into my shoulders, her hands clawing at my arms and my chest and her moans dragging me under. I grind deep inside and dip my mouth to her neck, letting my teeth graze her ear.