Page 65 of Taste of Addiction

“Hopefully fuck my brains out.”

He throws his head back with a hearty laugh, and I know that if anyone is in line for this restroom, they will know we are up to some sort of shenanigans.

I fix the collar of his coat and smile up at him. “What is that twinkle I see in your eyes?”

“Admiration.”

The humor washes out of my expression. “Hmm, why?”

“You are the only woman I know who can make me want to rip her clothes off and fall to the floor in laughter within seconds. I have never had this much fun with anyone else in my life before you.”

“Gotta keep you interested before you trade me in.” It is a half joke. But if there is any thread of truth to my statement, I will claw her eyes out. There is no way I am giving him up now. Our journey to find each other has not been easy, but it sure has been worth it.

“Well, you better start putting out then,” he jokes.

“Hey!” I say, smacking his arms. “Easier does not imply better.”

His eyes dance with mirth. “Prove it.”

I bite my lower lip as he reaches between us to undo his belt. He pulls the entire strip of leather through his loops, and I glance up at him in confusion.

“Want to have a little fun?”

I give the okay with a nod, although I am not really sure what he has planned. However, with certainty, I trust him.

“Put your wrists out.”

I do as I’m told. My breathing picks up as Graham loops the buckle around my wrists and then tightens the strap to secure them into place. He lifts my arms to admire his work and then drapes my restrained hands over his neck.

“Keep them there.”

“Yes, sir.” It feels weird playing these games we do. However, when I relax my mind and allow him to boss me around, I enjoy it. Graham stares down at my panties. They are a peach shade. My leggings are dangling from my left leg, and I imagine I look hideous.

He finishes undoing his pants, grabs my ass, and lifts me up. I have nothing to brace against other than to balance my upper body against his chest and wrap my legs around his waist.

“You are so fucking wet,” he says breathily against my ear. “I can feel you seeping through your satin panties.”

“Maybe it’s just sweat.”

“It’s possible,” he agrees, “or maybe you like this idea of fucking in a public restroom. Does this remind you of when I took you up against the wine barrel in the vineyard?”

“I just hope you don’t go easy on me now like you did th—”

I hear the rip of my panties before I see the scrap of material fly into the air. I gasp as he lifts me up and impales me onto his hard cock. His low growl resonates in my ears, and I toss my head back to succumb to the sensations of pleasure.

Graham takes his position of control up a notch and walks us back to the door. He presses my back up against the smooth surface and bends his knees to thrust upward. The sound of the door jostling makes my heart rate quicken. We are going to be caught. How could we not? The thrill builds within me at the pleasure that he siphons out.

I have had orgasms from him before, but this one is different. This one is raw and like a tidal wave that surges through me. I throw my head back and slam it on accident against the metal door. I grind my hips into his, as Graham pumps inside me. I scream out and, unlike in the past, do not get muffled with a kiss. Instead, I get bit. Hard. On the neck.

“Graham!”

“Is this how you like it? Hard and rough and against a door?” Each word is pounded into me with his rhythmic thrusts. I feel my walls clenching as another orgasm overtakes me. I chant his name and clench my inner walls until he releases inside of me with his own rivaling scream.

When we come back to earth, Graham undoes the belt and massages my wrists. He helps me back into my leggings, sans panties. He broke those. Just like he has destroyed numerous other pairs. It is his thing. He fixes his pants and laces the belt back through the loops. I will never look at that belt the same way again.

I turn and fix my hair in the mirror. My hand covers the mark on my neck that he just made.

“Graham!” I scoff, pointing to it.

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