I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, more roughly than I’d intended. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed.
“Tell me this is what you want, Charlotte,” I forced the words out while my cock jerked and threatened retribution.
“Do I look like a helpless victim here?” She looked at me like I’d gone daft. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one who started this… all of thirty seconds ago.”
“Why?” I persisted like a daft man who was seriously hoping for a case of blue balls.
“Because it feels good,” she said as she grazed her fingernails down my chest, not the least bit dissuaded. “And I’d rather feel good than worry about your assassin-ass or think about the shit I did today. Good enough?” She cocked an eyebrow at me as her fingers reached the waist of my pants.
“Si,good enough. But if you want something from me, you’re going to have to make it worth my while,” I told her.
She smiled seductively. “Is that so? And what is it you had in mind?” she asked, looking like she was down for just about anything.
Fucking perfect.
I used my hold on her hips to spin her around.
“Put your hands on the hood and keep them there,” I said, pushing her forward until she had no choice but to comply.
I grabbed the waist of the tights she was wearing and yanked them down, exposing her ass. It was perfect, heart-shaped and firm, and just as tanned as the rest of her. I grazed my hands down her cheeks, the sick fuck in me imagining them covered in pinkened handprints, or raised welts, or my come. I could envision gliding the flat of my blade over one firm curve, then the other, then spreading her cheeks, making her shiver before burying my cock deep in her ass.
“Would you hurry up and fuck me already?” she goaded.
I smacked that perfect ass, making her squeal. The sound of her voice and the sting in my hand went straight to my cock, making it throb painfully. So, I did it again. Not quite the spanking I had in mind, but it would do for now.
“Don’t make me gag you,tempesta,”I warned her.
She scoffed. “Don’t make me show you what happens if you try.”
Mouthy woman.As much as I loved the sounds she made, I was definitely gagging her next time—the tempest needed to be taught a lesson. As for this time…
I dragged her panties down, exposing her bare pussy at the same time a car drove by. We were off to the side of the road with the willows’ low-hanging branches all but boxing us in, but still visible to anyone who took the time to look. And it was fucking hot that she didn’t even flinch.
I grazed a finger along her lips, gliding effortlessly thanks to the wetness that glistened there. Then I slid a finger inside her, stroking her G-spot and making her body move, her hips writhe, from the first touch.
She pressed back against me, trying to set the pace, but I grabbed her hip.
“Stay still,” I told her as I worked a finger in and out of her cunt slow and steady.
It wasn’t long before her breathing grew heavier, and quiet, needy sounds slipped from her lips. When she started to moan, the sound ran right through my veins like liquid crack.
Releasing her hip, I unzipped my pants and grabbed a condom, staring at the foil packet for the span of a heartbeat.
It wasn’t the first time I’d thought about going bareback, but I’d never wanted it like this, never craved the feel of her heat all around me, with nothing between us.
I shook off the thought, tore the packet open with my teeth, and sheathed my cock. But rather than driving into her like I so fucking desperately wanted, I grazed the head of my cock along her slit. When she tried to press back and take me in, I grabbed hold of her hip again, keeping her still as I teased her over and over again until she was dripping wet.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, futilely fighting against my hold on her.
I dragged the tip of my cock along her again, this time, pressing in just slightly, though I had to wonder which of us I was tormenting more.
She groaned in frustration, still fighting.
“Beg me,tempesta,”I demanded.
“Like hell,” she hissed.
We’ll see about that.