“You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you, baby girl? You like it when I tell you I’m gonna stretch you out with my fingers and then bury my dick inside all that sweet heat until you come and milk my dick. I want it all, Car. I want the fantasies that I’ve been thinking about for the last ten years. I’m gonna take you every way possible and then start all over again. I’m gonna brand your soft curves with my body until there isn’t an inch of you that I haven’t touched, fucked or bit.”
I groan and my eyes squeeze tight as his fingers make good on his promises. He slides one finger then two inside me and it’s so quiet outside the bar that you can hear the dirty squelching of my juices on his fingers as he grinds into me.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he growls between clenched teeth. “I can’t wait to bury myself inside you for the next fifty years or so.”
Shivers wrack my body and then he strums my sensitive nubbin of flesh again and I scream for one second until he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries.
I slump over, residual aftershocks like an earthquake settling inside me. My legs shake and I feel blackness at the edge of my vision. It’s all too much. So good, so damn good.
The pulsing flutters diminish but he doesn’t stop touching me, lazily fucking me with his fingers, until I plead with him to stop, sobbing.
“I can’t…I can’t…” I whimper.
His lips curl almost cruelly. “You can. And you will. Take a deep breath, baby girl. I’m taking you forever. You’re mine. You feel it. I feel it. There’s no going back from here.”
He picks me up in his arms and my eyes barely focus long enough to see the softness in his deep sapphire eyes that belies the strength behind his words.
I sink into his arms and let him carry me away. I don’t know where. I don’t know for how long.
But I know why. Because I love him.