Which was why I leaned down to kiss her hard before pulling my hands away from her body, turning her sharply away before pulling her against me. I groaned as her ass pressed against my cock, her body pinned against the metal of the table as my hand found its way back to her jaw in a possessive hold, tilting it back so that I could see her gaze. Her heated and lust-filled gaze. I had to imagine the bite of the metal table pressing into her thighs hurt, but she only spread her legs further, squirming against me.
I used my other hand to slowly pull the robe off each arm until she was standing completely naked in front of me, her head tilted back and throat exposed submissively. Fuck. I could come just from looking at Dahlia, that was how bad this was. Everything about her spoke to how much she needed my touch, and I found I couldn’t help myself, circling her clit again as I nipped her ear.
“I was going to make you wait to come until you were begging, but you need it, don’t you? You need me to fix it?”
Mine. So fucking mine.It was all I could think about, seeing her like this.
“Yes,” she hissed as if in pain.
The woman had no fucking idea. I’d been in a constant state of pain for goddamn years now.
“Then you’re going to come with me inside of you. Are you going to let me between your legs, Dahlia? You’ve already said you loved me, so I’m never letting you go, but will you let me claim you completely? Fill you with my cum until it’s dripping down your thighs?”
“Please?” Her whimper had me chuckling softly, sliding my hand from her jaw down to her hip as my other squeezed her perky ass, causing her to spread her legs more, arching her back against me. I let out a low groan, loving the view of her nearly bent over one of these tables. I spent all day imagining this shit, and now I had Dahlia naked and in my arms. I felt like the luckiest bastard in the world, especially since she knew I fucking stalked her.
“Are you sore?” I nipped her shoulder as she bent further over the table, her ass rocking back against me as I considered just how hard I could take her. Because I wanted to fuck her hard. Really goddamn hard. But I also had no intention of my bunny remembering this as anything but fucking amazing.
“A little,” she moaned as I ran my fingers over her slit once again, “but I need this, Yates. Please?”
Goddamn it, this woman was going to kill me. I loved how vocal she was. I smiled against her neck as I considered sinking my teeth into her skin. Marking her.
After all, if she was a bunny, then I was the big bad wolf she was letting fuck her.
“My greedy little bunny.” I licked the side of her neck, tasting her sweet skin. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer. I plan on fucking you, sore or not.”
“Yates.” Her whine of my name had me sliding both hands to her waist and pressing her forward as I pulled out my cock, fisting it and running the hard tip against her hot cunt. I couldn’t deny the low moan that broke from my throat at the feel of her against me. This woman was sent to fucking destroy me, I was absolutely convinced of it.
I took half a second to look over her, to memorize the sight, brand it into my subconscious. Because it was also the last thing I would see before I lost all of myself in Dahlia. It was my last rational thought for the rest of my life, because the moment I was buried in her and came inside of her, I knew my obsession would grow into something insatiable. Predatorial. More twisted than it already was.
There was no helping it. No stopping it. No preventing it.
She looked back at me, hunger in her green eyes, trusting me to fix it…
I slammed into her, balls deep, without asking and without warning. I watched pleasure, surprise, and a tinge of pain flash across her expression as she cried out my name. I kept one hand on her waist as I wrapped the other in her hair, fisting the soft locks as I began to pound in and out of her. I didn’t wait for her to get used to me. I was a bastard for it, but I also craved her. I needed her like nothing else, and she said she wanted me, so I would give her all of me. Plus, the way she was arching and pushing back against me, moaning and gripping the table, told me she didn’t mind one fucking bit.
My pace only grew harder and more unrelenting as her knees practically gave out, her body fully bent over the table as she called out my name, her frame wracked with shivers as the cold surface contrasted her hot temperature. I pulled back on her hair just slightly as she cried out, an orgasm slamming into her hard as she tried to grip the table underneath her, the smooth metal causing her hands to slip. She couldn’t brace herself, she just had to take all of me, and the sound of her ass hitting against my pelvis with each thrust was like music to my fucking ears.
“Goddamn it,” I snarled, “You feel so fucking amazing, bunny. You were made to be fucked. Hard.”
My hand came across her ass and she jolted, tightening around me. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I tugged her back against me, my hand probably bruising on her throat as I continued to slide in and out of her.
“Say it,” I demanded against her ear, biting down on it. “Say it while your tight little cunt milks my cock. I want to stuff you so full of cum—”
“Yates!” she screamed, climaxing again as I groaned, loving how she was doing exactly as I told her. Well, mostly…
“Say it,” I growled. “I’ll fucking stop if you don’t.”
I wouldn’t. Nothing could pull me out of her.
“I love you,” she moaned. “God, I love you, Yates.”
Love was too small of a word to describe how I felt for Dahlia Aldridge.
Her words were a trigger for me, my name on her lips paired with the notion of this amazing woman loving me causing me to bury myself to the hilt and groan out her name into her neck as her entire body shuddered against mine. My release seemed to continue on forever, dripping back down onto my cock from where it overflowed her tight cunt, both of our releases mixing. I shouldn’t have been surprised by how much it was, considering I’d never come so hard in my life and for sure never inside of anyone, let alone Dahlia. But holy shit would I be coming in her more often. As in every single goddamn day.
I pulled out of Dahlia, her whimper causing me to feel a sense of satisfaction that was bone deep as I turned her towards me, her perfect ass on the table as I stepped between her legs and slid back in, wanting to feel that connection with her. She clung to me, her breathing rough, as I rocked inside of her, loving how she seemed to squeeze me in the aftershocks of her climax. After a moment, she let go of me and fell back against the table with a sated smile, her eyes closed as her fingers intertwined with mine that were smoothing against her hips. I felt mesmerized by the gorgeous creature that let me between her legs even after admitting some shit that I was positive could get me institutionalized.
I had given her fair warning though.