Page 41 of Driven by Desire

“Soloman…” she cried out.

Ignoring her, he bent his head and clamped his teeth over one already hard, succulent rose-coloured nipple. He sucked hard on the peak until she was begging him breathlessly to ease up. He wrapped a thick arm around her waist and clamped her hard against his rock-hard erection before moving to pay attention to her other breast. While sucking and biting it into turgid awareness, he fingered and squeezed the wet nipple of her other breast until she was practically crying in his arms. She alternately begged him to stop while at the same time clamping her arms around his neck and holding him hard against her and arching her back, thrusting her breasts toward his hot, torturous mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh god, I think I’m go… going to come just from this,” she moaned in garbled surprise.

He let go of her breasts and pushed her slightly away from him. “No, gorgeous,” he said with a cruel smile. “Bad girls don’t get to come.”

She stared up at him, a cloudy frown on her beautiful face. As the dreaminess began to clear and anger set in, she reached for her bra. He slapped her hand away, catching her nipple in the process. She gasped and flushed at the small bite of pain. She tried reaching for her shirt again and he deliberately slapped her other breast, flicking her nipple. She cried out sharply and thrust her breasts out involuntarily.

Her eyes popped open and she stared up at him in horror. They both knew she had just given him something very special. A piece of herself. Something she shouldn't have given. Something he could and would use against her. She enjoyed pain with her pleasure. Fuck, she was too perfect.

“On your knees,” he demanded, steel underlying his words.

She licked her lips and glanced down toward his raging hard on. She was a curious little kitty. She was also headstrong and willful. Which girl was going to win this round? Her chocolate eyes hardened and she shook her head, chin coming up defiantly. His lips pressed together, tightening his scar into a thin line. He had hoped playing first would soften her up a little. Ah well. Her downfall would be so much sweeter for the fight. She would make a magnificent queen.

He reached out and took a firm hold of her ponytail, drawing a startled gasp from her perfect, pouty lips. His balls ached just from that one look. He gave in and brought his tattooed hand up to her face. She flinched, but he held her tight, shoving his thumb into her mouth. She looked surprised for a second and then tried to jerk back. He held her jaw tight and forced his thumb deep into the silken recess of her mouth, enjoying the soft, wet feel of her, knowing he was seconds away from feeling that tongue slide along his dick. She gurgled a little before closing her lips around his thumb and sucking him helplessly.

Fuck, she felt like heaven and her lips hadn’t even touched his cock. Unable to wait a moment longer, he used her ponytail to drag her ruthlessly to the floor of the garage. He controlled her fall so her knees wouldn’t bang hard against the unyielding concrete. Her hands clutched desperately against his thighs, trying to gain some kind of control as she went down. He jerked her head back for just a second, watching the prick of tears form in her wide, innocent eyes as she took the bite of pain in her scalp with a hiss. He slashed a knowing grin down at her and she glared back. He knew her guilty little secret now. He knew she liked that bite of pain. He tightened his fingers, enjoying the way her hands flexed involuntarily into his thighs as her eyes clouded.

He pressed his thumb against her lips, taking just a moment to savour their plush softness before reaching for his belt. He made quick work of his pants, pulling his thick, engorged cock out. She licked her lips, the breath rushing out of her mouth in quick pants of anticipation and anxiety. She wanted to take him in her mouth, but she knew he was going to control every moment. Her eyes flickered up to him and, fuck, he could tell she was turned on by the prospect.

With one hand on the base of his cock and the other on the back of her head he urged her forward, tapping the purple crown against her mouth. He groaned out loud as precum smeared across the perfect, plump surface of her lips, painting her, claiming her. He pushed against her, forcing her lips to part. He’d intended to go slow, enjoy the view as he went deep the first time, but the primitive sight of her pretty little mouth stretching to take his big cock was too much.

Adjusting his grip on the back of her head, he slammed himself forcefully into her mouth, making her take as much of him as she could. Her eyes flew wide and she gurgled in protest as spit pooled around her lips. She gagged against him, her lips stretched wide. Her hands fisted against his thighs. She rolled her eyes desperately up to his, tears forming and overflowing. Fuck, he couldn’t believe how good her throat felt working to accommodate him. He wasn’t even all the way in. He could only imagine what that would feel like.

“Just breathe through your nose, baby. You’ll be fine,” he growled down at her through gritted teeth.

She was moving under him, struggling against his hold. Finally, he allowed her to move back a little. She took a few deep breaths and wiped at the spit that had gathered on her chin. He swiped his thumb along her chin and stuffed it in her mouth. She looked up at him shocked and then began sucking greedily. Ah fuck, such a good girl. He pulled his thumb out and lined his cock back up with her mouth. She tried to turn her face away instinctively, but he used her hair to guide her back and slammed himself back in.

This time instead of just feeling the squeeze of her throat, he fucked her mouth, feeling the incredible velvet glide of her silken mouth against every inch of his cock as he forced it inside her. She choked and gagged on him, but after a moment, caught onto the rhythm and began enthusiastically sucking as best she could while he brutally used her. She moaned in delight, obliviously caught up in the barbaric act. She was so much better than he’d ever hoped for.

She clutched at his muscular ass with her small spread fingers as he used her face for his own pleasure. Far from fighting him, she was helping to give him the best goddamned blow job of his entire life. He was most definitely in love. His gorgeous woman was sealing her fate more effectively with every lick and squeeze than anything else possibly could. He would never let her go.

With a roar, he clamped her head tightly against him and pumped himself into the wet, silken depths of her throat, coming with such ferocity that he doubted she was prepared. He could feel her trembling against his legs as she gagged and coughed on dick, her body automatically coughing up what he was forcing into her. He wouldn’t let her though. She’d just have to take every drop until he was satisfied. After a few seconds, he released her. She collapsed onto her hands and knees on the concrete, gasping for breath.

Her now messed up ponytail fell forward obscuring her eyes from his sight. She brought an arm up to cover her quivering lips and wipe away any leftover spit and come from her now red and swollen mouth. He quickly tucked his semi-hard dick back into his pants, buckled his belt and went down onto one knee next to her. Worried that she was upset or hurt, he took her chin in his hand and turned her face toward him. Gently, he brushed her messy brown hair off her forehead.

Blazing eyes met his. She grinned up at him and gave him a silly laugh. “Holy shit, that was hot!”

He couldn’t help himself, he laughed too. He genuinely laughed. For the first time in as long as he could remember. Maybe for the first time ever. This was how he knew Riley was special. She pulled things out of him no one else was capable of. Taking her arm in a gentle grip, he helped her stand up.

He watched her carefully while she attempted to right her clothes, then he reached out and took her hand. “Time to go,” he said, tugging her toward the door.

She resisted, digging her feet in. When he glanced at her, she shook her head. “Soloman, can we just talk for a second?”

“No need to talk,” he growled, tugging harder on her hand until she stumbled against him. Some of the satisfaction he felt at having her suck him off left to be replaced by annoyance at her constant resistance. “You know where I stand. Now walk out the damn door and get in the fucking car. If I have to carry you, I will make sure you regret it later. I have things to take care of. Things I had to leave unfinished to come down here.”

“Please, Soloman!” she said more loudly. The edge of desperation in her voice made him stop and look back at her. Tears shimmered in her dark eyes, making them look bigger, more innocent.

Fuck. He let go of her hand and swung around to face her.

“Speak,” he demanded roughly, shoving a tattooed hand over his head. He didn't miss the flash of fear on her face as her eyes followed his hand before falling away. Fuck, he thought she was getting past her fear of him.

She hesitated for a second but the scowl he gave her suggested she better start talking quickly. She took hold of his wrist in both of her hands and squeezed it pleadingly. “I’ve been away from my garage for several days now, Soloman. It needs me in order to keep running smooth. If I’m not around then invoices don't get done, payments don't get collected and shipments don't get negotiated. This place will fail without me.”

The ice didn’t leave his eyes as he looked down at her. They both read between the lines. He didn't care about her garage. In fact, it was probably for the best if it failed. Then she wouldn't have something to tie her down. Something to keep running back to. A tear trickled from the corner of her eye and spilled down her smooth cheek. He flicked it with the tip of his finger.

“My father built this garage with nothing but hard work and a few good friends,” she told him, her eyes flickering with sadness. “I grew up here. I learned to drive here. I made my best friends here. When he died I made sure that his legacy would continue. No matter what. I’ve poured everything into this place. If I lose it because of you, I promise you will never hold my heart.”

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