Page 115 of Dubious Match
“I am bonded to a nymphomaniac and I am quite pleased with this,” he muses as I laugh.
Giggling, I shrug. “When I’m pissed off I either eat lemon squares or use my vibrator,” I whisper as things get quieter as we arrive at the exit.
“I like the idea of you using my cock better,” he grunts, taking my coat as if he never said a word.
My cheeks flame, because this alpha gives zero fucks about what others think when it comes to letting me know how much he wants to fuck me. My arms push through the sleeves of my coat as Remy helps me into it and then he quickly pulls his own on before thanking the doorman opening the door for us.
“Did I shock you?” he asks, his arm around my waist as we walk through the parking lot.
“Not as much as I’m going to shock you when I ask you to fuck me against the car,” I reply. “There’s not enough room in the back seat for me to straddle you in this dress.”
“Game on, Baby Girl,” he purrs, lifting me up into his arms as he walks faster.
Laughing, I put my arms around his neck as he hauls ass. All I can hope for is that he doesn’t slip on some black ice. That would put a damper on my libido for sure.
His lips capture mine perfectly as he walks around his SUV, making me moan. I really hope he’s serious about this because my panties are flooding with slick.
“Shhh, Little Omega. You can’t scream when you come around my cock. I’ll have to give you my arm to sink your savage teeth into,” he murmurs, setting my feet on the ground.
He turns me to face the vehicle, and I glance over my shoulder at him with a smirk.
“Hands on the car, Hollis, I’m going to be fast so we don’t end up with frostbite anywhere questionable,” he says as I laugh.
Placing my hands on the SUV, I hiss at the cold as he pulls up my coat and dress until it’s bunched in his fist at my waist. I hear the sound of his zipper and shiver, needing him now.
“Open those legs nice and wide and bend forward,” he growls. “I want to see the slick spot on your panties.”
Breathing hard with anticipation, I lean forward and walk my feet back so that they’re spread wide in my heels.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, pulling my panties to the side. I whimper as I feel slick push out of my cunt, desperate for this cock.
I’m worked up and angry from my encounter with Gwen, but it’s not a big step for me to want my alpha to expel that energy. Remy is gorgeous and strong, and I’m quickly becoming addicted to the way he makes me feel.
He leans over me, his hand next to mine on the car as he rubs the crown of his cock over my arousal. I bow my back as I moan, and my hips rock back against him, wanting him inside of me.
“Such a greedy girl,” he whispers, pushing his thick crown inside my pussy. “It’s all yours.”
His hand holding my dress and coat squeezes my hip while his hand on the vehicle covers mine. I spread my fingers so he can hold my hand, and then he’s thrusting forward. Gasping, I drop my head back as he fucks me, my pussy stretching around his thick cock.
It feels so good, I can already feel myself clenching around him. People are walking near us, and his warm body presses tightly against my back as he fucks up into me. Anyone could see us, and that makes me want him more.
“You take my cock so well,” he rasps in my ear. “All day, you fight for others, do your job, but now you’re my pretty little slut.No responsibilities except to drench my knot, Baby Girl. Let it all go with me.”
There’s something incredible about that. I’m the fixer, the one who finds people, figures a way out of a problem. I don’t need to be any of that with my alphas. They can take care of their own shit, they just want me for me.
It’s very freeing.
His lips find my neck, and I writhe against him as he fucks me hard. He and the car are the only thing holding me in place. His curved cock is hitting all the right spots, and I feel my toes beginning to curl. I usually have a difficult time coming without vibration on my clit, but holy fuck I think I’m going to surprise myself tonight as the angle is just right.
The snow begins to fall down, cooling my overheated flesh, but Remy doesn’t stop his punishing pace. My moans are getting louder and I whine as I try to stay quiet.
“Remy, oh fuck,” I gasp.
“God, I know, baby,” he says. “I need to help keep you quiet. Are you alright with that?”
Nodding, my eyes roll back as I shudder. Fuck, I’m so close.
His hand releases mine, and wraps around my throat. I feel goosebumps as he strokes the skin, and I lean into his hand. Remy pulls almost all the way out, and then thrusts forward, tightening his hand as I scream. The sound is nonexistent, trapped behind his hand necklace, heightening my sensations.
