She tried to leave. “You gotta let me go.”
I pinned her down, pushing her a little so she’d lie back on the bike. Then I hopped back on, spreading her legs and then hooking them behind my back. “Never.”
“Dusty, what are you doing?”
I unzipped my pants. “Showing you who you really belong to.”
Her eyes widened, and she looked around at the dark emptiness. “No. Enough. This isn’t going to bring us back together. It’s over.”
I tore her fucking panties and hiked her dress up. Her pussy glistened at me, pink and ripe, and my cock jerked. “I didn’t hear you complaining when you were about to drench my hand a minute ago.”
“Dusty, I’m serious.” Her breath hitched. “Let me go.”
I pushed inside her. How wet she was swelled my balls, driving me feral. “If you don’t want this,” I thrust deeper, my Prince Albert hitting her clit, “if you don’t need me,” I groaned with another thrust as her pussy swallowed whole my Jacob’s Ladder, “tell me to stop.”
CHAPTER 3
Cameron
Breathing was a task I seemed to forget how to perform when he filled me like that, let alone speaking.
I was heartbroken, furious and devastated, but my whole being was reduced to the feeling of him inside me, blowing my mind as if it was the first time he fucked me into oblivion.
With every thrust, every ecstatic sensation rippling inside me, my mind turned into a black void incapable of weighing danger or using logic. Nothing there but the waves of pleasure, spreading to every nerve, forcing me, for once, into sweet, dangerous submission.
He fucked me harder on his bike, on the street, in the middle of nowhere. Dirty. Depraved. And so fucking hot. “That’s right. You take me, baby. Take all of me like a good girl.Mygood girl.”
“Fuck!” I screamed like a whore as he drove me over to the edge.
“Good girl. Scream for me.” His prompts and the way he hammered into me dragged even louder screams out of my throat. “Let the whole world know who owns your pretty little pussy.”
I’d never felt Dusty’s dominant side at full capacity. I’d never imagined he could have been that carnal and possessive when he took over. I’d never thought I’d have enjoyed it this much, not when I loved being on top, and especially not after I saw how deadly carnal and possessive he could be in life itself and not just in sex.
It turned out my body didn’t give a shit. My pussy worshipped him as much as he worshipped me. Nothing mattered when his big, pierced cock was filling and stretching me.
This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. I pushed into him, letting him in deeper with no shame, until I exploded around him. Then it wasn’t only my cum flooding me. His warm, thick seed spurted inside me.
“Fuck, baby.” The rain had stopped, but his shirt was wet, strained over his huge muscles, his hair dripping on his sated chiseled face. He looked like a god sent on a mission to fuck this one moral—me. “How could you ever ask me to walk away from this, from you?”
“We have to stop,” I panted. “This isn’t right.”
“No, baby. I can’t stop. I ain’t done with you yet.” He smirked, not pulling out, surprisingly still hard. “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna feel me for days.”
The haze of pleasure swallowed me again, and I convinced myself every couple should have one more session of mind blowing sex at breakup. Things didn’t have to be ugly—even when they were viciously ugly. Of course, that was my pussy talking.
Dusty’s fingers and eyes were on my inner thigh, and then I felt him lap the little cum that spilled on my skin and push it back inside me. A faint sound whispered from a distance in my head. Then a sudden horror attacked me. “Fuck. No. Dusty…what the fuck are you doing?”
“Putting it back where it belonged.”
“You’re gonna get me pregnant. I’m not on birth control.”
“I know.”
“Dusty, are you crazy? Are you doing this on purpose?”
He pushed inside me faster, harder, hungrier, as if putting a baby inside me turned him on so vigorously. “I always came inside you, baby. It never bothered you before.”
I swallowed. “Before, we were together.” It wasn’t like we made love every day. I saw him once a week, and I took one of those pills the morning after. Even if anything had happened, we could have figured it out together. “Now, we’re not.”