He ran his finger up the back of her thigh, and he loved how she shivered from his touch. She was so damn receptive to him, so giving and accepting, even if she liked to hate who and what he was. Rian leaned back and saw that she was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
“You hate this, don’t you?” He said the words softly.
“Hate what?”
“Wanting me as much as you do.”
She didn’t respond, but then again when she narrowed her eyes at him he got his answer well enough.
“If you’re going to fuck me,” she moved her face closer to his, “then fuck me, Mr. Hartford.”
A low sound of need left him, and he kissed her hard enough that the pain from their mouths slamming together stole his breath. Rian went back to kissing and sucking at her flesh, and a gasp left her. He was so fucking hard again, as if he hadn’t just come, and she was so wet. The feeling of her arousal moved along his cock, and all he wanted to do was shove right into her. Damn, he had never gotten this hard again so quickly, but that was a testament to how much he wanted her.
He knew she was clean, knew she was on the pill, too. But he wasn’t about to point out how far he had really dug into her personal life. Instead, he let go of her only long enough to grab a condom from his bedside table, don it, and then he was right back to her. He had her right back in his arms seconds later.
He reached between their bodies while he still had his lips pressed to hers, lined his cock with her opening, and then shoved in deep and hard and without any mercy. She pulled away and cried out, and the feeling of her inner muscles quaking around his length had him pumping faster and more viciously inside of her.
“God, you’re stretching me.” She mumbled the words, but didn’t tell him to stop.
“Yeah, I am going to stretch you so fucking good that you’ll know exactly who was all up inside of you whenever you walk, Sorcha.” Rian could be a dirty fucking talker, but it was reserved for bouts of passion where he just couldn’t control himself. In all honesty he had never felt this wild with another woman.
He pumped in and out, faster and harder, and when she came undone for him right in his arms, he nearly went over the edge with her. Waiting until her climax receded, he forced himself not to come again, and instead pulled out of her, set her on the ground, and turned her around so her chest was to the wall, and her sweet big ass was facing him.
He got down on his haunches and spread her ass cheeks. She resisted a little bit, but he was being more forceful than normal, and couldn’t control himself. He also knew that despite her hardened exterior toward him, she was vulnerable at times, centered into herself, and just getting through each day. What he was doing to her, displaying her to his needs, exposing every part of her, probably made her feel uncomfortable and pushed her limits.
“If this gets to be too much for you, and too quickly, tell me.” He didn’t know why he cared about if he was going too fast for her. Sorcha clearly liked it, was wet and needy for him, and hadn’t told him to stop, but Rian just wanted her to know. She glanced at him over her shoulder, and he stared at her, waiting to see what she would do.
“I’m okay,” she said almost as if she were out of breath.
That was all he needed to hear. Rian pulled away and ran his finger along her slick folds. “Do you keep your plump little pussy bare all the time?” He growled the question at the same time he thrust one finger into her. Immediately her body sucked him in, and he groaned, felt his cock jerk from the need to come, and closed his eyes to control himself.
“Yes,” she said on a moan, and lifted her ass, grinding herself further on his finger, and making him about to come right in the damn condom. He fucked her pussy in slow and steady thrusts, wanting to get her to the precipice of getting off again, and then he’d shove his dick back into her welcoming body. He used his other hand to smooth over the mound of her ass and give one cheek a squeeze. She kept thrusting her ass back at him, and he couldn’t stop from spanking her.
Smack.
“God, Rian.”
“You want to come again, Sorcha?” He was tormenting her as much as himself.
“You sick bastard.” There was no heat behind those words, because right now she wanted to come, that much was clear.