“How do you know?” She glared up at him. A strand of hair had stuck to her hot brow.
“Am I wrong?”
She let out a frustrated squeal and laid into his chest again. Her arms had freed from her outfit and it had slipped to below her waist. She was now a half-naked wild thing.
He’d never wanted to be inside a woman more. He’d fuck this anger out of her.
After reaching for his zipper, he released his cock.
She didn’t seem to notice, so intent was she on beating his chest.
He gripped the pant section and yanked. It fell to her feet and her eyes widened in surprise.
“You think I’m finished with you yet?” he snarled and clasped her ass cheeks.
He hoisted her into the air, shoving between her thighs and slamming her back to the wall.
She was panting hard as she stared at his face. Her cheeks were wet, her eyes puffy, and her lips parted. “Carter.”
“Yeah, that’s it, say my name. Scream my fucking name.” He dragged her panties to one side and found purchase at the entrance of her hot pussy. Paused for a moment, then blasted in.
He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t take it slow, and he gave no consideration for her being small and tight and him long and thick and so goddamn hard for her.
She cried out and clawed at his shoulders. But her pussy was wet and her ankles locked in the small of his back, so he plundered to full depth.
Her deliciously taut pussy hugged his length, fluttering around him.
“You want it like this?” he managed, though he knew there was no turning back. They were going to fuck, hard. That was the only thing he could do.
“Yes.” She gasped and gripped his hair, yanked. “Yes. Yes.”
“Right answer.” He half pulled out then rode in again, forcing her up the wall.
She huffed as the air was bashed from her lungs, and she pushed her hips down to meet his cock.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he said, holding her closer, all his muscles tense. “And wet, Jesus, and I’ve only just got started with all the dirty, depraved things I want to do to you.”
“Stop talking … and … fuck me.” She claimed his mouth, her tongue darting in.
He was lost to her. This petite woman had stolen his body, and mind, perhaps even his heart.
He set up a fast rhythm. His balls ached as he swung up and into her, and his pulse thudded in his ears. He clasped her tighter, his scalp on fire with the way she was tearing at his hair. It just added to his need to come high and fast inside her.
He was grinding up against her clit, their bodies as one. Her small breasts were flattened to his chest, and her taut nipples poked at him.
He groaned and kissed across her cheek, to her ear. He bit her lobe.
She tore her hands from his hair and dragged her nails across his shoulders. “Oh … oh … I’m…”
“Yes. Come. Come like this,” he commanded against her ear. “Let it all out. Don’t hold anything back, nothing.” His balls ached so damn much.
She was crying out with each pound of his hips. Deep, guttural, primitive noises he hadn’t heard her make before.
He was so hard, his cock throbbed. The need to come was so intense it was hard to hold off. But he had to wait, had to let her come first. It was what she needed from him.
He found her lips again, and as he did so, she spiraled into ecstasy. He caught her scream in his mouth and mixed it with his own yell of pleasure.
The blissful way her pussy spasmed around his cock left him no choice but to join her in climax. Each pulse of his release gave him relief from the pressure. On and on, she gripped his cock with her pussy, powerful squeezes and releases.