Chapter 8
Viper
The excitement in Grace’s eyes matched the lust in my soul.
Maybe a part of me should feel as if I’d taken some advantage of her, but I couldn’t.
Not after tasting her sweet pussy and experiencing the way she’d clawed for me while I’d been doing so.
She was magnificent, not only a feast for a famished man but her beauty everything an incarcerated man prayed for.
The one giant fantasy that never came true.
But on this night, I considered myself a lucky man.
So much so I was ready to go all night.
As if I could.
With her pussy muscles wrapped around my cock, I was already at the point of being unable to control the situation. She was that hot, that wet.
And that desirable.
While she wiggled in my hold, she wasn’t trying very hard to get away. Her eyes were dilated, staring up at me with about a half dozen questions. None of which I figured I could answer.
But I knew one thing without a doubt. The passion was un-fucking-believable.
I pulled out once again, toying with her to try to lengthen the moment shared. She arched her back, pulling hard against my physical hold and I wanted to warn her not to shove her breasts into my face. She had the most perfect nipples in the world, my mouth still watering.
The touch of her skin was amazing and very hot. As I caressed her leg, she undulated under me. Just being able to rock together was amazing, so much so I slowed my actions, enjoying the moment more than most men would.
Just the wetness alone, the way her lips pursed and the taste of them ignited everything I’d allow to go dormant. I almost laughed at the thought since I was a man destined to try to put out fires.
When I pressed my lips against her leg, she mewed in a way that sent another wave of desire through me. “Be careful. I could devour you alive,” I told her.
“I wouldn’t stop you if you tried.”
“Be careful, lady. You don’t know the kind of man I truly am.”
“That’s okay,” she whispered. “The mystery is a nice change.”
After pulling out and driving into her again, I took a deep breath before repeating myself. Finally, I could sense I wasn’t going to be able to hold back. Doing so was torture for a man who’d been forced to go without.
We moved together, her eyes rarely blinking. I could swear she was prying open my soul and inserting a part of herself. I wanted to warn her what she’d find would terrify her. I’d do that later when she insisted on talking after sex.
Boy, I sounded like the very asshole she’d already silently accused me of being. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to hear her voice or learn more about her. It was that I knew that would lead to her asking more questions.
Ones I didn’t want to answer even to myself.
The fucking was amazing, our bodies perfectly matched. As she smiled, I felt a change in her pussy. Oh, hell, no. She’d clamped her muscles down around my dick. Did she have no understanding what that did to a man?
I threw my head back, panting like some crazed animal, fighting to keep that last ounce of control because I wanted her to orgasm one more time. With my jaw gritted, I changed my technique, rolling her leg over my shoulder.
She smashed her hands on the comforter, her cute mews becoming wild moans. “You’re so… Wow. That’s amazing.”
“I’ll take that as another compliment.” With a grin on my face, I fucked her long and hard, refusing to go easy on her.
She tossed her head from side to side, every moan gasoline. Every wisp of her long eyelashes across her cheeks pushing me closer to the edge. But hell, no. Not yet.
The wild child in her finally gave up trying to keep from flying free. The moment she lurched up, gripping my arms and staring at me with wide eyes, I slowed my actions. There was nothing more beautiful than watching her come.
Fuck. I was rock hard, my balls about to burst.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Viper…” No woman had ever screamed for me before. I was pushed even harder, rocking with her while the headboard slammed against the wall.
We both gasped for air while rocking toward bliss. In the next few seconds, there was no chance of me holding back any longer.
As I filled her with my seed, I could tell she was in a good place by the smile on her face and the way her skin glowed from our round of passion.
When my body stopped convulsing, I slowly lowered my head, waiting until my vision came back into focus.
I let go of her hands, immediately pushing up from the bed. “What am I going to do with you?”
“That’s a good question. What are you going to do with me?”
An instant answer floated into my brain.
A need that most people would consider completely in deference to passion. Yet for me, the act was one of not only domination but of marking a woman as mine.
Even if only for a single night.
So I flipped us both over, surprising the hell out of her as I dragged her with me until I was able to sit on the edge of the bed with my feet firmly planted on the floor. The moment I pulled her over my lap, another sweet gasp formed on her luscious lips.
“What are you doing to me?”
“You’ll see,” I told her and rubbed the flat of my hand down her spine. She was still relaxed, enough so she didn’t seem to anticipate what I had planned.
The first brutal slap of my palm on her buttocks and she yelped, doing everything in her power to look me in the eyes.
“What?”
Laughing, I brought my hand down again, moving to the other side of her rounded buttocks.
She definitely had a woman’s shape, a complete hourglass that was perfect in every dimension.
Her breasts could fit easily into the palms of my hands, her hips with just enough meat on her bones so I could grasp them while I fucked her.
And I couldn’t help myself, envisioning being able to fuck her from behind. Just like a wild predator would do. Maybe later. For now, having her firmly planted on my lap and taking full control was almost as delightful as fucking her had been.
Almost.
“Whoa. That hurts,” she murmured, yet even though the words slipped from her mouth, she was wiggling in a way suggesting she was just as aroused as before.
So I smacked her bottom four more times, even managing to smile when I did. Rarely did anything as of late make me feel anything at all. But this was enjoyable as hell.
After six more in rapid succession, she was finally realizing spankings were meant to be painful, almost managing to dive off my lap.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I murmured. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Well, because of your mouth and because I can.” I knew she wouldn’t like the answer. I was right, with her fighting me tooth and nail, squirming to the point I was forced to throw my leg over both of hers. You bet I was having way too much fun.
So much so I should provide a severe talking to, but I couldn’t help myself. From the reddening blush on her skin and the way she tossed her head back and forth, I was hooked on the moment.
And the woman.
She was so wet, so hot that her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, peeking out between her thighs. I thought about fucking her all over again. How could I not? But I continued spanking her instead, developing what I thought was a perfect rhythm.
“Ellie May. Stop him!” Her cry of help was unheeded, both dogs lounging on the floor as they’d been doing all night long.
“They aren’t going to help you.”
“I’ll call the cops.”
“Go ahead. I’ll grab your phone. My guess is they’ll celebrate what I’m doing.”
How long had it been since I’d been able to tease a woman without fear of being treated like some criminal? Long enough.
I caressed her skin again, taking the time that my fingers were no longer tingling the same way they’d been doing. But then I started over again, ignoring her pleas of leniency while closing my eyes and savoring every moment.
But as with all good things, this had to come to an end. When she was panting, barely moving on my lap, I finally stopped. But not before dragging a single finger down her spine and the crack of her ass. Her moan was the sweetest reward.
Who knew what might occur in the future. Maybe we’d meet again. After all, it was a small enough town I had a feeling everyone knew everyone else.
As well as their business.
That was something I’d need to keep in the back of my mind.
No one was going to learn a damn thing about me or my past.
And I wasn’t here to be anyone’s friend or their boyfriend.
What a pity.
* * *
I hadn’t anticipated seeing Grace again.
There’d been no plan. No thought.
In fact, I’d thought it a bad concept all the way around because neither one of us needed to get the wrong idea about what had occurred the night before.
Okay, so I’d thought about it more than once. Actually, all I’d been able to think about all day long was the taste of her lips and the way she’d felt in my arms.
Or when she’d been writhing under me.
Or the way she’d enunciated the syllables of my name when she’d cried out during her orgasm.
And when she’d gasped in a sigh of release and pleasure, the sound had truly been unforgettable. Maybe that’s why I’d been sulking all damn day long while attempting to find something long term where I could live.
What I learned quickly was that almost every place I’d found to rent wouldn’t accept pets. Did they think I’d be such a shit renter I’d allowed my pup to destroy things? I leaned against the door of the truck while sucking down a Coke, grousing about the terse comments I’d received.
Including when I’d laughed at the security deposit. Since when did people ask for three months security plus two months rental money up front? I wouldn’t earn that much in three months myself. I felt defeated and goddamn it, I was lonely.
Lonely why? Because all I could think about was Grace.
Even my damn dog was sulking, missing his new girlfriend. The look he’d given me when I’d pulled him away from Ellie May and into the truck had been priceless.