Page 44 of Fire for Effect

I leaned into his touch, even as my heart started sinking. He won’t stay once he gets what he wants. He won’t stay anyway. He likes girls who are pretty, high maintenance, and hot. He likes them girly, he likes them… normal. I’m just one of the guys to him, and eventually, my pussy won’t be enough to keep him.

“I… don’t… think I can…”

“Yes, you can.” He plunged in, parting my lips with his tongue, as he moaned into my mouth.

His kiss was intense, and unexpected. But it was exactly what I wanted.

My arms flew up around his neck, his arms circling my waist. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, letting it grind through his sharp teeth before he groaned. “Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel that you’re mine?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t get to, before he was kissing me again. His hands cupped my hips and ass and I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. I could feel the curve of his cock, throbbing to escape his jeans.

“If you don't stop me,” he growled. “I’m taking it all.”

“No!” I said on a whimper, but my words had no teeth.

“Your mouth is lying, Taz. But your body is telling me the truth.”

He slammed us against the side of my RV, the vehicle tilting with our weight.

Securely pressed between him and the wall, my legs wrapped around him, he let me go, his hands coming between us. With several jerks, he ripped at my jeans, the seams coming apart at his brute strength. He groaned, his fingers grazing my soaking underwear before his hands ripped those open at the crotch as well, giving him access to what he needed - what we needed.

I heard the metal of his belt come undone, and in a breath, the head of his engorged cock was at my entrance.

It stretched me apart, demanding to carve inside my body and soul. I gritted my teeth, taking the sting of his invasion as I held on.

He had prepped me better before. He had taken his time, and teased me open. He’d given me an orgasm so that my body could relax to take him. But not now. I felt every ache of his entrance, and I liked it.

“You’re so wet, but still so fucking tight,” he gritted out, his forehead on the wall beside my head, his lips at my ear. “Open your eyes and look at it.”

I shook my head, my eyes firmly clamped shut. I didn’t want to look at it. I had no idea why; I just didn’t want to.

“Stubborn fucking Psycho,” he said against my mouth as he kissed me again. I squealed as he pushed all the way inside me, down to the hilt, slamming me up higher against the wall.

When his lips let go, he cupped the back of my head and pushed it down so my forehead rested on his shoulder.

“Look,” he commanded, and I was too dazed not to obey.

His cock was slick with my juices as he pulled out, only to thrust back in. I whined, gritting my teeth at the beautiful pain of being too full, too wet, too… everything.

“See? Even that looks right, doesn’t it?” He tilted my chin up with his thumb and forefinger, before he delved back in with another searing kiss. “You can’t sneak away tomorrow and pretend you don’t remember. You can’t ignore me in the fucking morning. This is happening.”

His hand possessively closed around my throat. He wasn’t cutting off my air. He was just taking control of my head, turning it this way and that so he could pepper my face with kisses. Soft, gentle kisses that didn’t match the insane pounding of his hard cock inside me.

“Good girl,” he groaned against my cheek. “You were like this last time too. Holding on for dear life, your mouth open, screaming with pleasure.” He bit down on the sensitive spot below my ear, taking my skin between his teeth as he kept pounding and pounding into me, jolting me with every thrust. “Do you think I can make you cry those pleasure tears again?”

I swallowed, my throat dry from my moans as I shook my head in disbelief.

“You were too drunk to… to…” I complained, “to remember.”

“Baby, I remember every fucking thing.” He brought his head up so we were forehead to forehead, his eyes and those ridiculously thick lashes boring right into me. “Want me to recreate that evening just to prove it to you? I’d love another go ‘round.”

He thrust in deep and I whimpered, my head tilting back.

But he didn’t pull out this time. He didn’t create distance to move his hips. He just pinned me there, my legs around his waist, my taut nipples brushing against his hard pecs.

He licked me, right on the cheek, where a tear had escaped. He licked the trail from jaw to my cheekbone, before he whispered, “I licked it. Now it’s mine.”

God damn, those words. They were the damning evidence that confirmed he’d known this whole time. He’d only let me think he’d forgotten, the asshole.

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