Page 17 of Wicked Dares
“Yes.”
A sinful spark ignites in his eyes, sending a shiver down my spine. “I want to fuck you raw.” The crude words spin through my mind and every image. “I’m clean. You?”
“Yes.” I definitely don’t have that problem.
“I won’t be gentle.”
My eyes widen slightly, but I quickly compose my mind, thinking of what I want, too. “Don’t be,” I say, sounding so certain it’s scary. And I completely gloss over the fact that his bold statement was my last chance to turn back. I have no intention of going anywhere, so it doesn’t matter.
The crude smile dancing on his lips leaves nothing about his intentions hidden. I just gave him permission to do whatever he wants to me, and it looks like he plans to do exactly that.
He pushes his shorts down his legs, freeing his cock. My breath goes short as I take in his massive size and length, and how hard he is.
Anticipation curls through me, sharp enough to make my soul tense.
Mr. Wicked slips an arm around me, and I’m surprised when he pulls me back into the water, onto his lap to straddle him.
“This way first. You ride me.”
The confidence in his tone strips away any illusion that I have control here.
But ride him? I’m still having trouble just breathing and focusing around him.
He positions me over his cock, and all thoughts flee from my mind. The hard head pushes into me, and my breath goes short.
One thrust, and he’s inside me, and oh my God, the jolt of pleasure is so strong I see stars.
“Holy shit, Butterfly, your pussy is so fucking tight.”
He pushes deeper and we groan together, sharing the sweet sensation, then he starts moving inside me.
Tingles race down my spine, morphing into blasts of electricity as his thrusts become harder and faster. I bounce up and down on his cock, the water splashing around us.
I think some part of me is supposed to feel ashamed. I’m letting a total stranger fuck me bareback in a hot tub on the rooftop of his club, and all I feel is good.
The longer I stay in the fantasy, the better I feel. Like I’ve stepped outside reality entirely for a few stolen hours.
With a savage groan, Mr. Wicked grips my hips and takes control, slamming deeper into my body. I cry out and grab his shoulders, feeling completely possessed and full.
Every thrust steals another piece of coherent thought from my mind, but I go completely blank when he starts fucking me like he wants me to know I belong to him in this wild moment.
I come again, pleasure ripping through my body like blades.
I throw my head back and allow the merciless orgasm to take me.
I barely manage to control myself before he stops his relentless thrusts. In the next second, he lifts me off of him and bends me over the edge.
I glance over my shoulder, back at him.
He grins, the muscle on the side of his neck throbbing. “Time to make you scream, Butterfly.” The dark promise locks me down.
He positions himself behind me and plunges back into me. In this position, he feels bigger and hits the right spot. My bodygoes up in flames then I’m lost in him. So lost I don’t want to find my way back.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he rumbles. “You feel so good around my cock.”
Even if I hadn’t lost my ability to speak, I don’t think I could have answered. My mind is twisted into all sorts of knots, each one tightening with pleasure the more he gives me.
The moment he speeds up, I know he’s going to make good on his word.
