Page 80 of Mile High Addiction

“You can’t have your way all the time.Especially not when you annoy me.”

“How annoyed can you be with me when you’re already wet for me?”

“My body may be stupid crazy about you, but that doesn’t mean you have cart blanche over me.”

His heated gaze dropped to her mouth.“I saw you dance today.In my ballroom.”

Shock zapped through her, made her freeze long enough for him to kick her legs wider.“You did?”

“Yes,” he hissed.“You were exquisite, Peaches.Breathtaking.I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

“Oh, Zach.How can I be angry with you and yet melt at your words?”She groaned when he flicked his thumb against her clit.

“You don’t have a reason to be angry with me.Or be jealous that I’m looking at another woman.Watching her dance reminded me of this afternoon, how I felt when I watched you dance.”

With one quick jerk he ripped her panties off.He quickly stuffed them in his back pocket then lowered his zipper.

The sounds of people moving around crept into the alley.Music blared from speakers in the night market two short streets away.

“How… how did you feel?”

“Like I was watching the purest beauty.That I could die in that moment and be glad to stop breathing.”

“God!”

They could be found out any second.But Zach’s words, combined with the fiery need clawing through her insides, couldn’t be quenched.Nor could she stop Zach’s forceful yank on her neckline as he exposed her breasts to this hungry mouth.

With one hand at her throat pinning her to the wall, and the other firmly in possession of her sex, he dropped his head and pulled her nipple into his mouth.

She bit her lip to stop from crying out.

Danger swirled in the sultry night air.It skated over skin, intensifying the sensation as Zach pulled harder on her nipple then laved it with his tongue.

Two fingers slipped inside her wetness, readying her for the thick cock that pressed insistently against her thigh.

She grasped his shoulders as she felt herself slipping down the rough, cooling wall.

“Zachary,” she moaned, desire glazing her senses and her voice.

“I don’t care if they throw me in jail for public indecency, Bethany.I have to fuck you, right here.Right now,” he whispered brokenly.“Lift up your dress for me, baby.”

She complied without question.Because, God, she wanted this too.Wanted to feel his thick cock inside her more than she wanted to breath.She needed to feel that he belonged to her on at least some level.More than she wanted the freedom that could be taken away should they be discovered.

Reaching inside his trousers, she freed his cock, heard his groan as she caressed his rigid erection.“Fuck me, Zach.Put your beautiful cock inside me and make me come.”

“Shit, Bethany.You’re like a drug in my veins.No matter how much I get, I only want more of you.”

The way he spoke made a dart of pain hook into her chest.The pleasure in the confession was strained.In fact, she detected the barest hint of anger.

Pain morphed into pleasure as he parted her thighs and surged into her with one hard lunge.

Her muffled whimper excited him.He slammed back into her and she heard his muted shout of pleasure as he touched her in that place only he seemed to find.

“You drive me to this, Bethany.I ache for you.All the damn time.”Again, she heard the banked anger in his voice as he fucked her in the forbidden alley.

He increased his tempo, his hand clamped tightly over her mouth as her cries grew frequent and louder.She couldn’t help it.

It was what he did to her.Much too soon, she felt the orgasmic momentum build.She grew wetter, slicker, even as her body tightened with the buildup of sensation.

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