But he wanted more. He wanted her to know she’d been taken by him. He wanted her to feel the ache inside her of having been pounded deep by his hard cock as he mastered her body as well as her soul.
He lowered to a crouch and gazed at her sweet, hairless pussy. So soft looking. He stroked his finger over the front, then dipped between her thighs and found the moisture inside the folds.
Fuck, she was dripping wet for him.
He pressed her legs wide and opened her folds with his thumbs, then gazed at the little button of pleasure nestled there. He leaned toward her and pressed his tongue to her clit.
She gasped, then moaned as he teased it mercilessly.
“Do you like that?” he asked, staring at her glistening folds.
“Oh, yes.”
He licked, then fluttered his tongue on her.
“Are you close to coming?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Her words, so swollen with need, sent his desire soaring.
“Would this…” He touched her clit with his finger and vibrated against her.
She gasped, her breathing accelerating.
“Make you come?”
Her hands grasped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh through the leather of his jacket.
“Yes.” She threw her head back and arched against his touch. “Oh, yes.”
He slowed his movement. “Good. But I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you. Understand?”
She whimpered, but nodded.
He smiled. “Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Her words, so filled with need, sent his own desire into overdrive.
He pushed his fingers inside her slick opening and the melting heat inside drove him wild.
“Fuck, you are so hot and wet.”
* * *
Marissa watched him as he stood up and stripped off his leather jacket and T-shirt. Then he shoved his jeans and boxers to the ground. His cock, standing straight up so long and hard, sent a shiver through her.
When his tongue had toyed with her clit, teasing her mercilessly, she’d barely been able to stave off the intense orgasm hovering on the edge. He’d ordered her to wait… and somehow she had… but she was so close.
He wrapped his hand around his impossibly hard cock and pressed it to her opening. She groaned at the feel of his branding hot flesh. He pushed into her, his thick cockhead opening her. As she stretched around him, she felt the line of reality blur as her pleasure swelled. She clung to his muscular shoulders as he pushed inside her. Deeper. Filling her with his hard girth.
She squeezed around him and pleasure flared within her.
“Oh, God,” she cried out.
He drove deep and intense joy pulsed through her.
He drew back and thrust into her again, driving her pleasure higher. He thrust and thrust again, groaning as he did.
He pounded her against the tree, the rough bark digging into her bare skin. He lifted her thighs and she wrapped her legs around him, then gasped as he drove deeper still.
“Oh, God, fuck me.” She whimpered. “Please fuck me hard.”
He pounded deep and she moaned.
“Oh, God, yes.” The swell of sensation swept her close to the edge, the pleasure building and building. Then he thrust deeply again and she catapulted over, clinging to him. “Yes, Killer. Oh, I’m…” She gasped. “I’m coming.”
Then an explosive orgasm tore through her.
A moan vibrated through her, long and loud. He rammed deep and hard, extending her pleasure to infinite heights.
Then he groaned and she felt him erupt inside her, so hard she could feel the hot liquid pulsing deep into her.
He thrust a few more times and she gasped as another orgasm swept her over the edge, moaning as she clung to him.
Finally, her head dropped to his shoulder as she sucked in air. He stroked her hair from her face with a tender touch.
He lowered her thighs, and her toes touched the ground, then she took her weight again, her feet flattening on the grass, his cock sliding from her. She gazed up at him and his feral eyes stared into hers. She thought she saw a flicker of emotion, but it was gone before she could recognize what it was, or even convince herself she’d really seen it.
He drew back and turned, then pulled on his clothes and walked toward the bike.
* * *
Rip sat staring at the trees, his gut tightened into knots.
Raven sat on the tree trunk beside him, and stroked her hand across his shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll find her. She’ll be okay.”
Rip shook his head. “You don’t know this guy. He has a reputation for being ruthless. The gang I was in was pretty bad-ass, but his was ten time worse. The things they were into… the things they did to those who crossed them… ” He wiped his hand over his face. “His ride name is Killer, and for good reason.”