Page 188 of Filthy Beautiful
“I’m not suggesting anything. I’m telling you, straight up, that we can fuck.” His gaze drifted down to my mouth. “But it has to be just between us. You can’t tell Cary any fucking thing about it, and that’s all there is to it. You’re not telling him we’re together or any shit. We’re not together. Don’t make this anything more than what it is, which issex.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, still unwilling to totally accept that.
So very stupid.
His gaze drifted down to my boobs, my legs, and back up to meet my eyes again. “I want you on my dick, Courteney, okay? I want to fuck you, and I’ll teach you whatever it is you want to learn. And here’s a lesson for you. Sex can be hot as hell when it’s forbidden.” His eyes burned into mine. “So? You like it when I talk dirty to you? Well, here’s one for you. I’m the pig who can’t keep it in my pants, right? And you’re the forbidden fruit. That’s all it is.”
I slapped him for that. Hard.
God, that pissed me off.
What was I, some twisted fetish to him?
His eyes flared, a pink stain appearing on his cheek as he glowered at me. My heart raced in my chest.
The air between us crackled with charged electricity.
Then he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Desire shot through my body. He slipped one hand down between my legs, because as always, he knew just what to do—sexually. My pussy was alreadyachingfor him.
Because no matter how he pissed me off… my girl parts were hopelessly enamored with Xander Rush.
He teased his fingers over my tingling flesh, and my knees quivered. I gripped his shoulders for balance as he teased me… gradually increasing the pressure as his fingers swept over me, again and again, and his tongue swept over mine.
I moaned into our kiss and he pulled something out of his pocket. When I glanced down, he was holding a condom. He ran his finger around my clit. He nuzzled into my neck, his short beard brushing my skin and sending tingles down my spine. My nipples tightened, humming with arousal.
I sighed, hungry and tired and restless with desire. He justlovedmaking me horny for him. Making me wait.
He was such a dick that way.
“You want me to fuck you, Courteney?” He bit my earlobe lightly, and my hands drifted down his taut stomach toward his dick. “Give you what you want?”
“Maybe…”
“How about a yes?” he whispered in my ear. “Because I’ve got another lesson for you. It’s called spread your legs and quit fucking with me.”
I shoved at him a little. “Shut up and just give it to me. You’re such an asshole.”
“You fucking love it.”
Maybe I did, because I already had my hand in his sweats and I was grasping his hot cock. He started to fuck it into my hand, and he delved his tongue in my mouth again as he walked me back toward the bed with him.
Then he pushed me down and spread my legs. He rolled on the condom and fell over me, and quickly rammed into me. I cried out, and he looked into my eyes.
When I wriggled with impatience, bucking my hips into him to take him deeper, he started fucking me, hard. I didn’t even care that it still hurt a bit.
He pushed my shirt up, baring my breasts, and his gaze moved over my naked skin. He held himself over me on his arms, fucking me so hard my boobs bounced all over the place… and his eyes did all kinds of filthy things to me as he watched himself fuck me.
“Harder,” I said, mostly just to see what he’d do.
He scooped a hand under my ass and lifted my hips a bit, and gave it to me harder.
Godthat felt good…
I moved my hips, meeting every thrust, and he kinda growled.
“Yeah, baby,” I moaned, trying out the words to see how they felt. I dragged my nails down his chest, and his nipples hardened. He met my eyes, and he still looked angry. “You mad at me? Show me.”
He lowered himself over me and nipped at my lip with his teeth. “You a bad girl now…?” He groaned as he slammed into me.
