Page 7 of Rock On

“I know.”

He clamped his lips around my lower lip, biting down until I tasted blood.

I must have whimpered, because the next thing I knew he’d ripped open my shirt, tearing it right down the middle.

“No bra,” he mused. “It gives me direct access, which is nice considering I paid for them.”

He dipped his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth with enough pressure to make me gasp. His touch was equal parts scintillating and brutal, my favorite combination, and he sucked and licked until I couldn’t discern between pleasure and pain. It was enough to make my core tighten with need, the spot between my legs growing increasingly damp.

All at once, his touch lightened to a soft nibble. He licked a trail up the cleft between my breasts, continued up my chest, and then bit down when he got to my neck.

“Head back,” he growled. “Give me your throat—because I’m going to mark it.”

Fuck.

This had been one of our favorite games.

Except it wasn’t a game this time.

He truly wanted to mark me.

The pressure of his mouth on the soft skin of my throat burned but I didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t do anything but close my eyes.

And enjoyed.

Covering up the inevitable bruise would be a problem for tomorrow.

Today, I was completely under his spell.

“Tommy…” My voice cracked as he continued to bite and suckle.

“You wet for me?” he asked, grinding his erection against my crotch. “You ready to take my cock in that tight, wet pussy? Because you know that’s what’s coming, right? You know I’m going to fuck you like it’s my day job.”

He gripped me by the throat, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp for air, even as his free hand fumbled with the button and zipper of my jeans.

“Push them down,” he commanded, the timbre of his voice causing my vagina to spasm with need.

Somehow, even with him squeezing my throat, I managed to get my jeans down over my hips, taking my panties with them. He reached down and pulled out his cock, then lifted me right off the ground, one hand sweeping under my ass. My legs closed around his hips all on their own because I was too blissed out to think about what I was doing. I was too busy feeling. Aching. Needing.

He pressed against my core.

“So wet, you dirty girl.”

He thrust up with one swift motion.

And then he was inside of me.

THREE

Tommy

Lust overrode every other emotion as I slammed up deep inside of her.

More than three years of pent-up anger, frustration, and longing erupted out of me in the gruffest, most violent coupling I’d ever experienced. It was like someone else was in control as I fucked her, driving my cock into her repeatedly, squeezing her throat with one hand and her ass with the other.

Her pussy was as tight and warm as I remembered, taking every inch and she responded with all the little sounds I’d always loved. I knew all her buttons, and a few she’d probably forgotten, but I was in no position to remind her of them. We were in a graveyard, in the middle of the night, with the potential to get arrested for indecent exposure at any moment.

But there was no way I was stopping.

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