Page 42 of Renegade
“If you think you’re man enough to control me,” I goad. “I think the jury’s still out on that.”
Grabbing my hips, he roughly drags me to the edge of the bed and holds me there so my pubic bone is pressing against the edge of the mattress, and I’m standing on my tiptoes. “No jury, sweetheart,” he rasps. “I’m the judge, jury, and executioner.”
Oh, God. My fantasies were never as good as this.
He slaps my ass a few times to prove his point, and the heat shoots straight to my sex. “You like that? You like when I spank that gorgeous ass of yours?”
“Yes.”
“You want it harder?”
God help me, I do. But there’s no way I’m admitting that to him. Instead, I wiggle my ass in answer. He laughs, a deep, throaty sound that sends chills of pleasure dancing along my spine. He spanks me again—each stroke coming harder and faster in rapid succession—and before long, my ass is burning. I writhe against the bed, trying to get away from his punishing hand, but the friction as my pubic bone grinds against the mattress just drives my arousal higher. I’ve somehow managed to wiggle away from him a little, and he drags me back to the edge of the bed, grabs my wrists in one hand and holds them at the small of my back as he delivers a few more spanks that somehow just make me more desperate for him to fuck me.
As if reading my thoughts, he leans over and growls in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you now. You’re mine, tonight.”
He flips me over onto my back and devours my mouth as he slides his cock into me.Ahh.It’s everything I imagined and more—impossibly hard and thick and pulsing, filling me deliciously. He doesn’t move—he just holds himself inside me as we kiss each other frantically. He sucks on my bottom lip and then bites it—hard—and I almost come again right then. I’m out of my mind with lust. I rake my nails down his back, no doubt leaving big red marks that will crisscross his skin in the morning. I want more!
I dig my fingers into his ass cheeks, trying to pull him deeper into me, trying to make him fuck me, for God’s sake! His cock—so full but infuriatingly motionless in my needy sex—is driving me insane.
“Don’t move. I want you to feel me throb in you.”
Oh. Fuck.
He pins my arms above me and dips his head down to bite my neck, the soft, wet heat of his tongue immediately soothing each sharp nip of this teeth. I can’t stay still, no matter how hard I try. I need him to possess me. I need him to fuck me so hard, I’ll still feel it three days later. I writhe beneath him, bucking my hips in an unsuccessful attempt to move him inside me.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” With a groan, he starts fucking me in earnest, his thick, hard cock pounding into me so hard, my whole body moves an inch with every thrust. The fact that he’s holding me down on the bed is the only thing that keeps me from flying off the other side.
“Your cock feels so good.”
“Oh, baby, your pussy was made for me.” His eyes are half closed as he pumps into me.
I’m getting close to another soul-wrenching orgasm when he pulls out abruptly.
“Stand up,” he barks. I look up at him, slightly dazed.
“Get up,” he repeats, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet.
Oh, no. Familiar fingers of dread squeeze at my heart. He’s having second thoughts. He doesn’t want me the way I want him. I should have known it was too good to be true, too much to hope for. And the bitch of it is, I know better than to make myself vulnerable like this. Not staying in control means giving someone else the power to leave, and the power to hurt you. I can feel the tears pricking at my eyelids, and I will them away. Rejection is an old friend of mine. I’ve survived it before; I’ll survive again.
Walker’s eyes soften as he looks into my face, and he cups my cheek tenderly. “Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?”
“Me? No! I just thought you were…”
“Fuck, baby. That’s the last thing on my mind.”
“Why did you tell me to get up?”
His laugh has a raw edge to it. “Because I can’t make up my mind how I want you. I decided there’s no way I’m letting you go until I’ve fucked you every way I can think of.” He grips my chin in his hand and kisses me like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. “I want it all. I want to feel you move beneath me, and I want to see my cock disappear into you from behind, and I want to hold your hips and pull you down on my cock until I touch the center of you.”
“Oh.” My voice sounds small.
“I would never hurt you, Gemma. At least not here.” He places his hand on the center of my chest. “Your body is another matter entirely.” The corners of his sensual mouth tip up wickedly, and relief floods my veins.
“Thank God!”
“Am I being too rough?” Walker is probably the only man on the planet who can pull off asking me that without sounding like a wimp.
I stand up on my toes and kiss him, biting his lip hard. “Not a fucking chance. You’re the only one who’s never been afraid of the storm in me. I want you just the way you are—raw and uncensored.”
