Wrenching back from her blissful lips, I draw in a few deep breaths, and in the next blink I’m grabbing her other arm and slamming her back down onto the hood of her car.
“I’m not yours,” she chokes out, glaring daggers at my mouth. The mouth that just stole a kiss from hers, that branded her until her lips reddened and swelled to a delicious pout.
“Keep telling yourself that. I’ve already decided you’re mine and I take whatever the fuck I want.”
She burns for me; I can see it. Her nipples are hard through the thin tank top material, her cheeks flushed. My nostrils flare as her scent hits me. Her pussy is wet and ready, and I’ve barely even begun to touch her. It’s enough to cloud my vision as I jump forward, taking over every ounce of her space. Shoving her up farther on the hood, her body’s sprawled against the warm metal. She’s angry, needy, and absolutely beautiful.
Without another thought, my hands yank her tank top, ripping the thin cotton in half. Flinging the barrier to the side, her tits left exposed. Her breasts heave as she draws in a stunned breath at my so-called Neanderthal ways.
“You tore my fucking shirt!” Her hands fly toward my chest, shoving me hard once and then grabbing my shirt to yank me closer. I bet her panties are soaked from me taking over and I can’t wait to find out if I’m right.
My mouth laps at her breasts as soon as I see them. My lips switch from one to the other, wanting to have them both at the same time. I squeeze the melons together to my delight. She has the perfect set of tits, just big enough if I squeeze them a bit she has a sexy line of cleavage. My cock’s so fucking hard, if I’m not careful I may dent the hood of the car.
I make her wither and groan in delight as I suck and nip at her divine chest, before beginning my trail lower. Her hands find my spikey hair, gripping the locks between her fingers to tug. My tongue skirts along her tummy, dipping into her navel. She shudders at the movement, enlisting a primal growl from me. I must have her.Own. Conquer.
My fingers find the button and zipper of her shorts, plucking and tugging until the obstacle’s free. I can’t move fast enough when it comes to Chevelle. I have the insatiable need clawing through my veins to pound into her pussy until she gives in to me and swears to obey me in every way.
“That feels so good, Mercenary. You better stop. I’m not some cheap whore you pick up whenever you want. We fuck when I say so.”
“You better shut that fucking mouth, Chevelle,” I grumble. “I’m fucking you. Now.” At that, my hands close around the waist of her shorts, tugging them over her muscular thighs. She can pretend to fight me, but I know the truth. I can feel her practically vibrating with desire under me. Her scent is all around, utterly intoxicating.
I pop the button on my jeans and shove them down enough for my cock to spring free, eager to feel her.
“You couldn’t keep up with me,” she claims, and my fingers claw at the scrap of material she wears as panties. She’s constantly challenging me, seeing how far she can push. She’ll learn I’m not breakable; she can shove me, but I always push right back.
I’m too far gone. My cock strains, craving her as she enrages and goads me on. My hands shred her underwear into pieces, leaving behind red marks on her skin in my impatience. “Keep up?” I ask as I lick my lips, my gaze trained on her glistening folds. “You are so goddamn wet. Your juices are dripping on the fucking car.”
At that, I wrap my arm around her lower back and slide her to me, impaling my cock into her at the same time. She cries out at the surprise intrusion. “Fuck! you’re huge!” Her shocked irises find mine.
“You thought I was playing? I told you I would own you, pound this pussy until you’ve surrendered.”
Her mouth falls open as I jerk my hips back and drive into her even deeper this time. “Oh shit. You were telling the truth about the eight inches.”
“That’s right, Chevelle. I’m the fucking alpha. I have the cock filling your pussy. Tonight, you succumb to me, sweetie.”
“You’re the alpha?” She gasps on another thrust. “Fuck me for it then. Show me.” She leans up, pinning me with her burning gaze.
At that, all I can do is drive into her harder and roar. It feels like all I do is growl around this bitch. She drives me crazy inside, makes me want to pound my fist to my chest and own every piece of her.
“Faster,” she orders.
At her command, I slam her back against the hood again. She starts to lean up, but I hold her still by wrapping my free hand around her throat. She wants to move then she’ll stop breathing. Chevelle will learn I’m in control even if I have to break her to do it.
My other hand holds tightly onto her hip as I thrust forward, attempting to shove my cock so deep into her she feels it in her throat. With each pop of my hips, her tits shake, my gaze trained on each bounce. “Why do you have to be so difficult? I swear to Christ if you don’t learn, I’m going to start shoving my cock in that pretty mouth every time you fuckin’ speak!”
“You want pliant? Go find some timid bitch who’s scared of you,” she yells back, as my hand squeezes her delicate throat at her words.
“If you were smart, you’d be scared.” My mouth descends on her nipple again, biting until she whimpers.
“Fuck. You.”
“You are,” I rasp, driving deep enough that her next cry has her hands flying to my chest, grabbing for anything she can reach.
“Hurt?” I ask cockily as I continue to take her body with wild abandon. There’s nothing like the whimpers and moans from a woman as I fuck her to stroke my ego. This chick just so happens to be as crazy as I am, which is a first. I’ve come across plenty of women who claim to be alpha, but none of them hold up to that title. Chevelle is an entirely different breed. She was made for me.
She’s the type that has you going back to the beginning, back when it was important to seek out the strongest mate to breed. You searched to find the one that could bare your children that would be healthy and strong—someone to compliment your own attributes. A male was supposed to hunt, to provide for his family and to keep them safe. It was his job to protect and provide and the woman’s to have his children, to continue his blood line...to worship him.
Chevelle has me wanting to prove to her that I’m the strongest mate she’ll ever come across. That I can offer her what she needs, to claim her and make her mine. What is it with men and wanting to own pretty things? To possess them so another can’t have it? I want to lay my claim on Chevelle, so no one even dares to fucking look at her.