Page 44 of It Should Have Been Me

The audacity of this man!

“God, you’re still so entitled.” His arrogance infuriates me to no end, and I don’t know if it’s anger or lust that has my temperature rising to these abnormally high levels. “You can’t always take what you want.”

A glimmer of a smile dances on his cheek. “Watch me.”

He grabs my hand, tugging me through the crowd and out the front entrance. His steps quicken once we’re outside and he spots the limo. Scott leans into the front window to tell the driver his address and then I’m yanked into the back seat. Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he spreads my legs and pulls me on top of him. The tinted window between us and the driver slides up, and those sapphire blue eyes lock on mine. Even in my inebriated state, I can sense that this is where things take a turn. He brings my mouth to his, and I stop fighting, stop resisting. Teeth, tongue, lips – he wants it? He’s getting all of it. Wild, fierce, furious – he’s gettingallof it.

I know I haven’t had sex in a month, but he makes me feel like it’s been years. I’m on him, writhing against him like some wanton harlot who’s been starved of affection for too long. Like a thirsty straggler lost in the desert, I’m all over him as if this mouth, this body, this cock throbbing between my legs are an oasis I’ve stumbled upon, and I’m drinking him in, gulping down his essence. But my thirst is unquenchable, my need for him knows no bounds.

Light from the streetlamps bounces in and out through the windows, dancing on our bodies as we drive through the city. He cups my breast, squeezing it until I moan. It barely lasts a few seconds before his firm hands slide up my thighs, dragging my skirt up, but the damn thing is so tight it barely goes up an inch. His movements are disjointed. His kisses are sloppy. His body is shaking with restlessness. This guy wants me so bad he doesn’t know where to focus his energy. Thick fingers slip beneath my panties and his breathing staggers when he feels how wet I am. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he licks them clean.

“You still on the pill?” he asks breathlessly.

I can only nod.

And with that, he decides he’s done with foreplay. Clumsy fingers fumble with the zipper of his jeans, and then the silky skin of his shaft is rubbing my inner thigh. His impatience is such a turn-on. Scott is usually smooth, charmingly composed, and I love that I’ve turned him into this floundering, ravenous mess. Keeping his eyes on mine, he shifts my panties and positions himself at my entrance. My breath catches when the tip of his cock tries to squeeze into me. He shifts his hips, but his movements are restrained. He grips my ass, trying to pull me against him, but my skirt is rigid, making it impossible for either of us to move. He fiddles with the zipper and still no luck.

“This fucking skirt!” His frustration is clear by the way his jaw tightens, the way he bites into his clenched fist.

He’s on the verge of losing it when the limo comes to a stop. He quickly zips his jeans, then helps me tug down my skirt. He grabs my hand, almost dragging me out, and I battle to keep up with his long, hasty strides as we walk to the elevator. Once we’re inside, he inserts the key for the twelfth floor, and we start traveling up. He doesn’t touch me. He just keeps those hungry blue eyes on me, biding his time as the elevator ascends from floor to floor.

All that changes the second the elevator dings and the doors open. He grasps my waist, finding the nearest surface, the island in the kitchen, and I’m dropped onto it. The basket of bananas and block of knives are tossed off to make room for me. He tries to move his hips between my legs and still can’t get it right.

“This skirt is going to kill me. It’s like a goddamn chastity belt.” His nails bite into my thigh as he grips either side of the seam and rips it right off me. He smirks. “Better. Now, where my girls at?”

I’m stripped of my tank top. My bra follows a few seconds later, and he groans as his heated gaze travels over me. “Your body is amazing. Starla and Carla are just...Wow!”

He gropes my breasts with both hands and his face drops between them, nuzzling licking, urging me down against the wooden countertop as his mouth moves lower over my stomach. The heels of my boots are hooked up on the counter and he buries his head between my legs. I feel the heat of his mouth through my thin lace panties. The material is rough on my skin as he licks me over them. Slow, erotic strokes of his tongue. My head falls back. My back arches. My body is in a confused state. Numb from the alcohol but still overly sensitive. The world is spinning and the ecstatic electricity zipping through me is only making me more light-headed. I don’t know how or when my panties were removed, but his mouth hits my bare skin and I cry out.

“Oh, baby, I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs. By the way his tongue firmly laps my clit and probes inside me, I realize he’s not talking to me.

My hands rake over his head as my hips begin to move. I want to grip his hair, but it’s too short, so I just hold him in place as I ride his face. When did I become this person? So greedy and eager and unrestrained? It takes a second to realize that I’ve always been this person. When did I stop? The languid flicks against my clit pull me back into the moment.

“Let go, Cat,” he whispers. “Cum on my tongue. I wanna taste you.”

With a desperate moan of his name, I do as he requests. I see a kaleidoscope of colors as my orgasm ripples through me and each wave of pleasure accentuates my unstable drunkenness. He’s still wiping the moisture off the corner of his lower lip with his thumb when I lift off the counter and slam my mouth on his. Ferocious. Rapacious. I can’t get enough of him.

“I want you inside me.” It’s an aching plea. “Please, Scott.Please. I want you inside menow.”

Begging is so unbecoming, but I can’t wait a second longer. Buttons undone. Zipper undone. And when he shoves his jeans and boxers off his waist and the blunt tip of his cock penetrates me, pushing into my slick wetness, I come completelyun-fucking-done. Nails scrape down his taut abdomen down to his narrow hips and my lips find that spot on his neck that makes him go wild. Gripping my ass, he sinks into me. After five years, his thickness feels uncomfortable, and I bite my lower lip as my tender skin is forced to stretch around him.

“Cat...aah...” He pushes in deeper, and his head drops onto my shoulder as if the sensation is too overwhelming for him. “It’s been a while. I’m not going to last long.”

I nip his earlobe. “Then you better make it the best three minutes of my life, Soldier.”

A faint chuckle floats up to my ears. “Challenge accepted.”

In one swift motion, he withdraws, pulls me off the counter, and spins me around. The coarse texture of the wood grazes my nipples as he shoves me down against the surface. He’s bending me over, readying me for his next assault.

“This ass is sopeachy.”

He takes a second to pay tribute to my ass, sinking his teeth into my right cheek. His mouth moves lower between my legs, and he licks me from my swollen clit up to between my ass cheeks. I suck in sharply, uncertain if I like it or not. The path his tongue takes is so unexpected it feels almost invasive, like a violation of sorts. But then I remind myself that this is Scott Carter I’m fucking. He has free reign over my body, access to every part of me. He still thinks he owns me, and at this particular moment, I feel no need to correct him.

Goosebumps break out on my skin as his tongue travels up my back and a hard slap follows as he straightens again. I grit my teeth, loving the sting on my ass, the vibration that tickles my core. His entry this time is rougher, but his thrusts are slow and hard, so very hard, hitting that spot deep inside me. His body covers mine, encapsulating me with his strength.

I jerk forward every time he slams into me, the edge of the counter bruising my hips. One hand slides beneath me, cupping my breast to hold me steady. The other moves down my arm and he interlinks his fingers with mine. Our bodies are hot, damp with sweat, and the muscled wall of his chest glides up and down against my back. I’m panting now. Rapid breaths are expelled from my lungs with each slap of his hips against my ass. His taking of me is primal, virile. He’s a fucking animal.

Beads of perspiration dot my forehead as it becomes more strenuous to take the full force of him. Husky moans fill the air, bursting from my mouth as he plunges in and out of me until my breath stops altogether. The pressure has reached its peak and I can’t seem to take in air.

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