Page 26 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

She’s fire. Absolutely insane. But I love the way she burns.

I grip her waist tight, her tongue caressing mine with a softness I didn’t expect. I turn us slightly, slamming her against the wall, kissing her deeper. Those mile-long legs wrap around my waist, and I groan, pressing into her center. She rotates her hips, grinding against me, working my erection through the fabric and goddamn it feels amazing. My lips break away from hers, trailing kisses down her cheek.

“I didn’t take you for the soft and sweet type,” she pants.

Annoyance flickers at that fucking mouth, stoking the flames of my desire. My hand grasps her throat. “You’ll take it any way I decide to give it to you, baby girl.”

She tries to respond but my grip tightens, squeezing hard enough to feel her heart race under my palm. Her head tilts back as she lets out a moan.

“You don’t like soft and sweet? How do you want me then? Do you want me here?” My thumb presses into her lip. “Want me to choke you with my cock until tears stream down that pretty, porcelain face?” Her legs tighten around my waist, eyes flaring.

I move my free hand lower, tracing her collarbone, fingers dipping into her sinful cleavage. “Or maybe here? Want to get on your knees like a good girl, and let me paint these perfect tits with my cum?”

“I don’t get on my knees for anyone,” she breathes.

I chuckle, my hand cupping her breast before continuing my path down. Reaching under her dress, I slip into her panties, dragging my fingers through her folds. “Here?”

She sucks in a breath, her wild curls mashing against the wall as she pushes into my hand. My dick is leaking like crazy, pulsing with every word I say.

I need to fuck her so bad.

I dip my fingertips inside her, just slightly, before sweeping up to rub against her clit. She’s soaked, drenching my hand. “Is this all for me?”

“God, Eli. Just fuck me already.”

Her plea makes my lips curl and my length grow. “Damn, you’re pretty when you beg.”

Smirking, her legs unwind from around me, her hand diving into my pants, fingers circling my cock. “Not as pretty as you’ll be.”

She works me with one hand while the other unzips my slacks, pushing them down along with my boxers until my thick erection bobs between us. I glance down, growing dizzy from want at the sight of Becca’s hand on me. Lifting my face to the ceiling, I try to think of something to calm me down. I need to regain some damn control.

“What’s the matter, baby, cat got your tongue?”

My nostrils flare as she twists her hand around my tip. “Just letting you have your fun.”

“Seems to me like you’re all talk. What happened to the big, bad Eli from a few seconds ago?”

Her words stoke the flames in the pit of my stomach and I shove her back, my hands gripping under her ass and lifting, setting her on the edge of the counter. She spreads her legs, moving her panties to the side, her pretty, pink pussy exposed for my viewing pleasure. I grip myself, stroking lewdly, sparks igniting in my pelvis from having her eyes on me. From knowing she likes it.

She opens her mouth to speak but my hand slaps over it, muffling her words. “I’ve had about enough of that mouth of yours.”

I line myself up and slam inside her. She moans, the sound vibrating my palm.

There is no tenderness here. No taking our time. This isn’t making love.

My thrusts are deep and hard, our hips smacking on each forward movement. Sweat beads along my brow and I watch as it drips onto her skin.

“You like the way I feel inside you?”

She wraps her hands around my wrist and pulls, placing my fingers back on her throat. My balls tighten.

My girl likes it rough.

My other hand tangles in that fiery hair, elongating her neck as I pull. Her eyes roll back and my cock jerks inside her. My movement stutters as she clenches around me.

I suck her earlobe in between my teeth. “Tell me how you want it.”

She leans up, her tongue licking the sweat off my neck. “With you desperate and needy.”

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