Page 100 of Under Fire

Is he going to kiss me?

Testing him, she tried turning to leave but he immobilized her before him.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” he said.

“Then ask me to stay.”

“Stay.”

“That’s not asking,” she said.

“You’re right. I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”

But he didn’t close the gap. He kept hovering, making her wait, driving her insane. He didn’t even flinch when she ran her hands up his core, feeling the hard muscle of his abdomen. Arousal was clear in his face, and his muscles snapped to her touch. As he held back, it only turned her on even more, making her need him in a way she couldn’t process. Massaging up his chest, that damn mouth-watering core was her undoing.

Maybe she was just a submissive, hoping and praying he would be her dominant. Maybe he just did things to her. Whatever it was, she found herself cocking her throat at an angle that showed him??she was completely giving herself to him. All he had to do was lean forward and take her. That was the moment she realized she needed him to break her once again.

Under his heated gaze, she slipped her fingers down the front of her scrubs, into her panties, teasing her clit. Fuck, she was wet. The rawness of her emotion surprised her more than anything and a warmth rose up her cheeks. The groan that escaped his mouth told her everything.

He’s ready to explode.

“I need you to feel how wet I am for you,” she breathed, her voice cracking in pure unadulterated honesty.

He immediately yanked her up into his body, carrying her. With a handful of giant steps, he found his dining room. He threw her down on his heavy walnut table like a rabid beast, holding her down like he was never going to let her get away. He ran his hand down her chest, over her breasts and down her stomach. Excitement and thrill shot through her as he found his way down to her scrubs, grazing her panties.

Looking deep into her eyes, she nearly choked as she realized he was finally touching her, tearing her scrubs down her thighs. He dropped his mouth, kissing her hard and angrily, as he dove his fingers into her panties, feeling her wet clit. He didn’t wait to push his tongue into her mouth, passionately tasting every inch, just like he’d done once before. His fingers likewise moved fast toward the opening of her pussy, lathering her wetness, twisting and swirling. She moaned as he teased her, his focus as furious as his desire.

“Is this what you wanted?” he snarled.

“Yes,” she cried back, breathless.

With his hands at that angle, he couldn’t fuck her pussy fast enough, and quickly was pushing her back on his table. Trying to get a better angle, he ripped her panties down. He grunted in frustration as they rolled on her thigh, sticking. In one violent motion he shredded the lacy pair right off her legs, burning her skin. The pain only heightened her arousal, and her clit and pussy throbbed for him.

As he moved to kiss her deeper, he grabbed the back of her head. Desperately, she fumbled at his pants, needing his cock. She’d never needed a cock inside her as much as she did just then. Somehow knowing it, he dropped his pants and let his thickness pulse out. His purple head was shiny and ready, adorned with that pre-cum she loved so much. He pumped his cock with his spare hand as he fingered her harder and harder. She was nearing climax just with his skilled finger movement alone. The man made fast work of her, hitting every spot that felt damn good, like he’d been fucking her for years.

“Fuck, you are a beast,” she said. She bit her lip just watching that familiar dark desire crossing his face. He was everything she wanted.

“Want me to go easy on you?”

“Please don’t.”

“Want me to break you?”

“Shatterme.”

With his fingers, he caught a wicked spot inside her pussy, driving her to climax. She tightened and came on his fingers, and he lifted them to his lips to taste her orgasm. Obviously pleased, he moved his fingers to her mouth so she could taste herself.

In one motion, he picked her up and turned her around, bending her body over his table. He hauled her ass up, meeting his hard cock, teasing her with his head. Her toes barely grazed the floor as he gripped her body.

“You deserve it rough,” he groaned, “for everything you’ve done to me.”

“What did I do?”

“Made me fall in love.”

Before she could think of what that meant, he thrust his cock up her throbbing pussy. Aggressive, he grasped at her hips like they were nothing more than handles for his fucking. Deep pain and bruising commenced as he held on tight, occasionally slapping her ass as hard as he could. She moaned in pleasure at every touch, every slap. She had never been so turned on.

She moaned louder and louder as he fucked her, hard and fast. Rough wasn’t enough to describe it. Her man didn’t ask permission. He just did what he wanted. God, she loved that. She enjoyed the reminder of how perfectly they fit together in bed.

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