"And you still want to fuck me," she countered.
"Because your damned magic pussy feels good around me," he told her. "Kinda figure the dead don't have to worry about diseases either." He began to pump his hand into her, feeling her getting wetter each time his fingers plunged into her body.
"See?" she panted. "Pretty good life."
"You like that, babe?" he asked.
"Your hand doesn't have what I need," she told him.
"No, but you're all nice and wet now," he taunted, removing his hand just to stroke her juices down his hard dick. "And if you want it hard, all you had to do was ask."
He lined himself up before she could move, and then buried himself to the hilt in a single, hard thrust. Her back arched as he pressed her into the wall, but the way her mouth parted proved she liked that. So he did it again. His hips slapped against her ass. He felt his dick bottom out inside her, but she deserved a little pain.
The damned woman had just slung him across a public bathroom. He'd looked good today too. He'd intended to impress that nice little lady. He'd tried to be the right kind of man, and yet he kept coming back to her. Dahlia. Always to Dahlia.
She tried to pump back into him, so he grabbed her hair one more time, wrenching her head up. "If I wanted your help, I'd ask," he snapped. "For once, just fucking take it."
"I'm not your bitch," she warned, slamming her hips back.
So he grabbed her breast with his other hand, sliding his palm over the fabric until he found the hard peak of her nipple. "Oh, right now you are."
Over and over, he pounded into her, but she kept bucking back, taking as much of him as he'd give. Thane was pissed. At the situation. At the insanity of it all. Most of all, he was pissed at himself. He didn't want to like this woman. He certainly didn't want to be obsessed with her, and yet the moment he realized that she needed him, the blood rushed straight to his dick to do her bidding.
But this was just a fuck. A meaningless one with a woman who was using him. A valkyrie who could kick his ass as hard as he could kick hers. His equal in so many ways. His opposite in others. Even worse, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
"You are going to come so hard," he huffed against her ear. "I'm going to fill you with my cum, and you're going to walk that hot little ass out of here so I can be a normal man for a moment."
"Then pull harder," she gasped.
Her hair. Yeah, he could do that. Tangling his fingers a little deeper in her long locks, Thane tugged. Dahlia didn't try to fight it, the motion exposing the line of her throat. Unable to help himself, he leaned in to kiss the side of her neck. While his hips kept moving, driving his dick deep into her body, he tugged at the front of her dress.
He couldn't see what he was doing, but he wanted to feel more of her. The neckline slipped down and he was able to get her breast out. That nipple was rock hard, so he flicked his thumb across it. Her damned pussy clenched in response, proving just how much she liked it.
God, she was killing him. Everything he did, she responded to. He wanted to hate her. He needed to get her out of his system, but when she whimpered in pleasure, he knew that the only one he was fooling was himself. He didn't want the polite young lady sitting at a table waiting for him to get back. He wanted this, the woman who understood what he really was.
"Take it," he told her. "Take everything you need, Dahlia."
"I am," she whispered. "Harder, Thane."
He couldn't fuck her any harder, but damn if he didn't try. Her chest hit the wall with every thrust, the back of his hand thumping with the impact. His balls felt like rocks, ready to explode any moment, but he wanted to be the man who could give her more than just a meal. He wanted to watch her come. He hoped it would be his name on her lips.
Then her eyes flicked open and she gasped. The next time he thrust, she whimpered. Her core was clenching tighter around him, driving him wild, but this woman wasn't the kind to beg. She took, and that was what he liked most about her. Dahlia wasn't ashamed of her needs. She demanded he give her what she wanted. She told him how she liked to be fucked.
So he pulled her hair a little harder. "It's going to take you a hundred more years to find another man who can make you feel like I do. You hear me, valkyrie?"
And her breath caught. Her body clamped down on him and her fingers splayed out against the wall as her orgasm hit. Dahlia didn't scream in pleasure. She just trembled around him, her pussy so hot and tight as she gave in to the pleasure. Thane tried to fuck her through it, pumping in time to the waves of spasms in her body, but she felt so good. Perfect, even.
The grunt escaped his lips as his body lost control. For a single moment of time, it felt like everything stopped. There was nothing in the world but the two of them and the euphoria of her body. He felt the pulses of his release, but his lungs wouldn't even work until he'd emptied himself into her.
Then he gave up and collapsed against her back. "If we do this again," he managed to get out, "we really need to consider naked and in a bed."
She laughed once before tilting her hips to slide off him. "Soon as we have three hundred dollars, we're gone."
He stood there with his jeans around his ankles and his quickly softening dick hanging between them. "How much do you have so far?"
Dahlia headed to the stall. "Hopefully two hundred when Mei gets back."
He bent to grab his clothes and pull them back up. He had the money to help. Part of him wanted to offer it. The other part knew that once she had it, she'd forget all about him. She and Mei would disappear somewhere and never be seen again. That was the only reason he kept his damned mouth shut.