Page 10 of Love Thief

But I’m still fuming. I turn round and look at him, my eyes steaming. “I’m not yours to pass around, like an object. Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“Hell, no. I’m sorry. So fucking sorry. I never intended to. I wanted to show us off. Please believe me, baby, I’m fucking sorry, so sorry.” His eyes are burning into me. “I lost the plot, but I would never let them touch you.”

He drops to his knees, looking up at me through his long eyelashes. The intensity of the stare sears my heart. “Let me show you how much I want you. You, no one else.”

His hands move from my hips to splay across my stomach. He’s touched me there before, where I would have carried James.

His voice drops an octave, raspy and primal. “You, Kitten, nobody but you. Let me taste you. I fucking need to, woman.” He closes his eyes, as if he’s praying. And when he opens them again, I feel as if they’re pleading directly to my soul

I can’t think straight. My brain may have disconnected, but my body is in full control. And it’s singing a siren song. I want to wreck him, smash him to smithereens. Watch as he disintegrates into pieces for me to feast on. So I nod at him, my voice pulling him onto the rocks. “Do it.”

Pulling off my shorts, he lifts my leg over his shoulder, inhaling deeply, and smirks up at me. “I’m going to whip this pussy. You’re a very naughty girl.” He slaps my pussy with the crop, and I shout out as he does it again and then brings his tongue onto my clit. It feels divine. Running his tongue through my folds, opening me up, his tongue hitting all my pleasure points forces me to drop forward and hold onto his hair. I push his head closer to me, and he growls into my cunt, digging his fingers into my arse cheeks. I thrust forward to get his tongue into my pussy, and arch my back.

“Yes, baby, fuck me, you are beautiful.” He drags my overflowing juices onto his fingers, covering them so that when he moves them to my tight bud, he can move them in and out mimicking his tongue on my clit.

The varying pressure he uses drives me into oblivion as I oscillate between massaging his scalp and yanking so hard he bites my thighs to stop me. I think I might be drowning, my breath in short sharp pants, gasping for air. I’m screaming into the night sky as he hooks his fingers into me and hits the front of my pussy, hard, fast, sucking my clit. I’ve handfuls of his hair as he launches me skyward, and I see the cascade of stars as he carries on, growling like a fucking animal, holding me hard, as he laps up every drop of me. My legs are quaking and my knees buckle, he is the only thing holding me up right.

He drags me up the steps of the tractor and pushes me down, forward over the steering wheel, and enters me from behind, ramming his huge cock into me. Every fibre of him is thrust into me, every sensation he is feeling, he plunges in deep. He bellows my name as I answer to his song now. So full, so fucking heaven, every wave of arousal takes me higher than the last. It tumbles over us both.

Holding me against him, he sits in the seat, bringing me down on top of him. He moves his hands down to my clit and rubs me aggressively as I glide up and down.

My need to destroy him surfaces, my need to obliterate his mind, to drag him back and drown him in the depths of that black tent. Follow me baby, I'll lead you there, I need us both there.

He’s only too happy to follow. He bites and licks my shoulders, neck, and any skin he can reach. I lift my arms behind my head and pull at his hair with both hands. It's the most aggressive sex I’ve ever had. And I love it. With him, it's more than sex, it’s mind blowing.

“Pull it harder, Evie, fucking harder,” he begs, his voice on a cry. I’m scraping my nails down his body, literally drawing blood.

I climb off him and practically lay on the steering wheel, throwing my head back and opening my legs to him. He stands and rams into me, leaning on me, licking my tits and biting them.

“Come with me, come when I say.” He’s back in charge, I’ve already had two orgasms, on his tongue. I moan when he hits me deep inside with his piercing. He hits that same spot again and again, and he’s losing it, as his thrusts become erratic. “Come with me, baby, or I’ll fuck you with the crop.”

Oh God, his voice, the tightening of the black silk, the dirty talk pushing me further. I move against him, the heat building. He grabs me, the wildness in every limb. And when he growls deep in his throat, it pushes me over the edge, as my pussy grips his cock riding that wave, again and again, pulsating around him.

I can’t breathe, my heart is pounding in my chest, there’s no oxygen here, only pleasure enough to kill. I want him to come. I want him to sink into the dark with me. I want to feel him lose his mind, I want the front row seat tonight. I want to stand on those rocks and watch him drown in me. He’s a vessel, covered in dirt, sweat and me.

So I clamp my thighs onto him and squeeze, tightening the noose. He swells and lets go with a huge bellow, like a stag at mating season, pulling my hair and biting me.

He’s lost, and adrift again to total pleasure, incoherent as he sucks on my neck, licking the sweat and dirt from it.

“Eeevvviiieee, Eeeevvviiiieee, my love, you fucking blow my mind, Kitten.” But he doesn’t stop touching me.

I want more. I’ll never get enough. He’s a drug and I’m a fiend for him. I want another hit, I need him to touch me more.

“Don’t stop, keep going.” I stare into his eyes. “I want more, keep touching me.” He pulls out, no condom again. My mind was so scattered, I never gave it a thought.

He moves his hand inside me and wipes it all over my clit, my arsehole. He gets more and puts it all over my breasts, massaging it in and licking at it afterwards.

“You and me,” he tells me as he licks my breasts. He puts more on his thumb and pushes it into my mouth. “Suck me baby. It turns me on when I see your tongue.”

Cradling me in his arms, he gently manoeuvres me towards the door of the cab. Turning around, he climbs down the steps, and lifts his arms for me. When I drop into them, he carries me over to the truck, rips off what remains of his T-shirt, and lays me face down on the truck bed, smacking my arse cheeks hard with his hand and then once with the crop.

He lifts me up, turns me over, and taps my breasts at the sides with the crop. I gasp out, my adrenaline boosting my already flooded system. Fuck I want him. He does it again harder then sucks on my nipples, biting down.

Spinning me around again, he pushes me down, gliding his fingers into me gently at first, working my arsehole. He groans loudly as he moves past the ring of muscle, his fingers inside as he pushes his cock into my pussy, he licks my neck and my shoulders.

“Does it feel good? Tell me.”

“Yes, harder, Kell, more, more.” I’m lost. I’m back in that black tent. It’s dark, just his voice, telling me what to do, how to move. Whatever he says, I’ll do it. I’m totally alive, burning, a spark, dancing above the fire, desperate to join the inferno below. His fingers latching onto the heat within, stoking that fire. Working in tandem with his cock.

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