Chapter 14 #4
I wanted him, maybe for all the wrong reasons, but I needed to feel his rough body crushing mine.
I longed to have his shaft driven deep inside my core.
As the kiss became more aggressive, I lost my ability to focus, the ache in my pussy and surrounding my nipples something I couldn’t deny.
He’d tossed gasoline onto the flames, rendering it impossible to ignore my yearning.
As he explored the dark recesses of my mouth, I stroked his cloth-covered cock, tingling to the point I was shaking.
He eased me onto the sand, shifting one leg over mine as he brushed his fingers down my face, moving ever so slowly along my neck to the swell of my breasts.
I was oversensitive, wetness pooling in my panties.
He slipped first one then the other strap on my dress down my arms, exposing my breasts.
When he broke the kiss, his deep growl filtering into my ears, several whimpers escaped my mouth. The bright orb in the sky allowed me to see his expression, his ferocious needs bursting through the surface.
“I want you,” he said gruffly, even as his actions remained tender.
He tugged on my dress, sliding it down my waist, pushing it past my hips.
When he freed me of the unwanted confines, tossing it aside, he took a deep breath, exhaling the hot air down from my neck to my chest. “You’re so damn beautiful. ”
“Make love to me,” I whispered, although I didn’t recognize my voice.
Daniel cocked his head then slowly lowered it, engulfing my nipple.
“Oh,” I whimpered, clawing at his shirt as he rolled his tongue around my tender bud, flicking it several times.
Every touch was powerful, more intimate than before and as he crawled his fingers down my stomach, goosebumps popped along every inch of skin.
There was no chance I could focus, even though I wanted nothing more than to gaze at the beautiful stars.
I closed my eyes as he sucked on my nipple, tickling my pussy over the thin lace of my thong.
“I’m going to ravish you,” he whispered, the deep baritone nothing more than a scattered whisper across my skin.
He took his time, sliding his lips to my other breast, swirling the tip of a single finger around my taut bud several times.
His leg remained covering mine protectively, but I knew it was also about his possession.
He wanted to taste me without the others getting in his way.
Everything about him was rugged, the polish he’d portrayed shoved aside. He lifted first one arm over my head then the other, grinning before rolling the tip of his finger around my lips. “Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked, his chest heaving, the words nothing more than guttural grunts.
“Never.” I couldn’t keep my eyes closed any longer. I wanted to see him, all of him in his beautiful glory.
“Just what I thought you’d say. One day, I will tame you. Tonight, you will obey me. Keep your arms over your head.”
My breath came in quick gasps as I fisted my hands, the light breeze scattering over us incapable of cutting through the torrid heat shared between us.
He nipped my nipple then dropped his gaze, his nostrils flaring as he rubbed the heel of his hand between my legs, using enough force as he moved up and down the material of my panties that they were driven into my wetness. I bucked up from the sand, several moans slipping past my parched lips.
I wanted to taste him again, to have his cock plunged deep inside my mouth. But that would wait. As I tossed my head from side to side, the wave of pleasure drifting through me increased.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered, his actions becoming more aggressive.
“Uh-huh.” The sound of my voice was unrecognizable, and I almost laughed. I was no longer the same person I’d been when brought here. The three savage men had driven me into nirvana enough times that I needed more. I’d become insatiable.
Daniel continued rubbing, yanking me closer and closer to an orgasm. Panting, I struggled to keep my arms in place, longing to touch him.
“No matter what happens, there will always be a part of you that belongs to me.”
His words floated into my mind as a promise of things to come, but also of anguish we’d yet to face.
I shoved it all aside, incapable of stopping what fate had presented.
The slight ripping sound as his finger tore through the thin material floated all around us.
I was on fire, wanting nothing more than for him to shove his fingers deep inside of me.
As if he’d read my mind, he thrust one then two or three fingers past my swollen folds, flexing them open as he powered into me.
“Oh. Oh. Oh…” My whimpers were lost in his powerful growls, the combined sound nothing short of a delicious aphrodisiac.
“So wet. So damn hot.”
“Yes…” Stars floated in front of my eyes as he continued his brutal actions, dragging me closer and closer to the sweet taste of ecstasy.
For a few seconds, I forgot to breathe as I tried to stare at him, but the glorious sensations rolling through me were too much.
Within seconds, I was pitched into a breathtaking orgasm, my muscles spasming as the tidal wave of pleasure rolled through me like a freight train.
I know I tipped my head back and screamed from the intensity, but there was no sound. Nothing.
“That’s it. Come for me again.”
I didn’t need his encouragement. My body had a mind of its own and within seconds, the first climax slammed into a mammoth wave nearly destroying my system. I bucked against the hold he had over me, unable to obey him. When I smashed my fists against his chest, he let out another intense growl.
“Bad girl.”
I wanted to respond. I really did, but even my scattered breathing sounds had been cut off. The beautiful wave slowly began to slide away, but my heart continued racing. My head lolled and I panted, doing everything I could to keep my eyes open.
If I’d expected he was finished taunting me, I was wrong. The force he used as he ripped my panties away was jarring, forcing me to lift my head. But when he eased my legs into his arms, pushing them up and back, a rush of embarrassment rolled up from the tips of my toes.
As if anyone could witness our carnal sin.
The thought made me smile as well as give a short laugh, but when he pressed his face against my wetness, I slammed my hands on the sand.
“Oh, God. You’re so…” As I finally laughed, the sound shaky, he feasted on my pussy, driving his tongue and several fingers inside.
He wasn’t the kind of man to take no for an answer and who was I to deny him?
I pressed my hand over my face, blinking several times as the wetness and friction from his mouth and tongue immediately pushed me close to another orgasm.
He dug his fingers into my skin, opening me even wider, relentlessly teasing me by swirling his tongue around my already sensitive clit then sucking until the tiny bud was swollen and aching. I sensed he was watching me, calculating the right moment before driving me to the point of madness.
His patience didn’t seem to last long, his guttural sounds increasing.
As he dragged his tongue up and down several times, continuously thrusting his curled fingers deep inside, there was no possibility of holding back.
This time my scream floated through the trees, whirling swirls of vibrant colors swimming back and forth across my periphery of vision.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I had no control over my body, my mind one big foggy mess. When I was finally able to focus, I gasped for air, the sight of Daniel’s face hovering over mine setting off a firestorm deep within me.
He held a look of amusement on his face even as he shook his head. “You deserve a spanking for your rebellious attitude.”
“You wouldn’t dare! And I’m not rebellious.”
His grin was more relaxed than I was used to but when he pinched my nipple, twisting and plucking, I issued a growl of my own. “I suggest you not tempt the beast. Besides, I have other things in store for you.” He licked across the seam of my mouth before jerking up from the sand.
I immediately reached for him, surprised when I heard myself purr. He kept his eyes pinned on me as he yanked off his shirt, dropping it to the sand. His chest heaved as he started to unfasten his belt buckle, but the same mischievous smile remained on his face.
He really was a beautiful man, muscular in all the right places.
I could feast on his gorgeous body with my eyes for hours, but we both wanted something else.
No, we needed to be close, to share a private moment of intimacy before tomorrow came.
I didn’t want to leave but I knew I couldn’t stay.
Our relationship would never survive beginning from the depths of deceit.
The thought saddened me, a lump forming in my throat.
As he removed his belt, he took his time rubbing his fingers down the thick leather. Then he slowly lowered the edge against my stomach, twirling it around my belly button, moving ever so slowly between my legs. “The things I could do to you.”
His whisper was dark and dangerous, keeping me on edge. Maybe a part of me wanted to find out all the delicious filthy things he could do.
When he was finally undressed, a deep rumble came from his chest, the noise creating vibrations.
He was starving, his needs exploding. As he placed his hands by my head, hovering over me, the few seconds we stared at each said more than minutes’ worth of conversation.
We’d fallen hard for each other, just like I’d done with the others.
He wanted to ask me to remain in his life, but he wouldn’t.
That wouldn’t suit his personal code of honor.
He pushed my legs further apart with his knee, blowing across my face and neck before lowering his body, resting on his elbows. When he did nothing more than shift his hips back and forth, I hissed my disapproval.
Laughing, he nipped my ear before pulling back. “Does the lady want something?”
“No teasing. That’s not fair.”
“But I thought you enjoyed a good tease.”
I slid my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his cockhead. As I rolled my fingers up and down, his smile became crooked.
“Does the boy like a good tease?” I purred.
“I suggest you learn to be careful around me.”
“Or what?”
Without hesitation, he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle him, pulling his cock away from my hand and pushing the tip just inside my tight channel. “Or this.” When he yanked me down, all the air escaped my lungs.
I threw my head back, gasping toward the heavens as his thick girth forced my muscles to expand.
“Oh, yes. Mmm…”
I couldn’t make a coherent sentence, thoughts in my mind all jumbled up.
He held me in place then lifted me again, keeping me hanging above him as he studied me intently.
When he finally pulled me down, another series of rippled eruptions burst through me, jolts of crackling electricity so powerful I couldn’t breathe.
When he repeated the move, I was almost delirious with pleasure, my pussy muscles clamping around him like a tight vise.
He groaned his appreciation, the tone even darker than before.
I could listen to him all night, but I had to admit, I had other things on my mind.
As he pulled me down once again, cradling me in his arms for a few seconds, I rubbed my fingers across the three-day stubble.
It was even sexier on him than the others, the shadows creating a rugged, entirely too masculine appearance.
I loved how it tickled the ends of my fingers.
I wanted to memorize his wide forehead and chiseled cheekbones, his full lips and strong jaw.
Somehow I knew I’d feel closer to him by doing so.
He allowed me to explore for only a few seconds more before rolling me over once again, pressing the full weight of his heated body against mine. His cock throbbed deep inside, and I could swear it was swelling, expanding my muscles even more.
Even in only the moonlight, his eyes were twinkling as he purposely placed one arm over my head then the other. Only this time, he intertwined his fingers with mine, holding them in place.
Very slowly he shifted his hips, pulling out until only his tip remained inside. When he eased back inside, I wrapped one leg around his thigh, holding him in place.
“You’re not in control, little miss, no matter what you think,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“I don’t know about that.”
He easily bypassed my insufficient attempt at taking control, thrusting hard and deep, my breath stolen. After repeating the move three times in rapid succession, he stopped altogether, shifting his hips back and forth, creating an entirely different wave of friction.
There was so much to say between us but at this moment, nothing seemed appropriate. We allowed our passion to do the talking. With every stroke, I felt closer to him, wired to his needs and desires even more so than my own.
He dug his fingers into my palms, keeping me locked in place as he continued fucking me, his actions exploding into an almost desperate need.
We rocked together, our breathing irregular.
The sound of my heart echoed in my ears, forcing me to take a series of deep breaths.
His scent would linger with me for days, a stark reminder of how wrong I’d been about them.
I wanted this to last for a long time, but my body was as unforgiving as the situation. As he pulled me closer to another wave of ecstasy, I bit back a moan, bucking hard against him.
“That’s it, baby. Come with me. Come with me.”
I needed no further encouragement, the rush of sensations overwhelming. “Oh. Oh. Oh…” As his body stiffened, I squeezed even more, rewarded with the most beautiful, primal roar.
And seconds later as he rested over me, his breathing ragged, I almost whispered I loved him.
Almost.
Sadly, it was too little, too late.