Page 102 of Puck Me Secretly

He reminded me of a wolf. Big. Hungry. Aggressive. And such a fucking turn on.

His eyes were on my mouth. “Do you think your drugged up Baby Boy can satisfy you the way I can?”

Not a chance in hell. I didn’t answer but my wide eyes remained on his face.

“Drop your robe,” he growled.

“Why?” I whispered over the furious pounding of my heart.

“Because I’m going to give you something to remember when he tries to make you come.”

I swallowed. I was naked beneath my robe. This was madness. I should tell him to leave. I tried to remember why I had been pushing him away in the first place.

“Now,” he commanded.

My hands fumbled with the robe belt. The robe fell slightly open. Delicious tension quivered in my stomach. I hesitated.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should ask him to leave. This can’t happen.

I glanced up at his beautiful, hard-to-read face and then shrugged my shoulders, letting the robe slide off my naked body and puddle at my feet.

Two huge warm hands grabbed me around the waist and spun me around, pushing me against the wall. I gasped as I felt him step in closer. The heat of his warm chest through his t-shirt pressed against my naked back. With infinite gentleness he brushed my long hair away from my back, over my shoulder.

His voice was low in my ear. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

My body tightened in response.

“Now I’m going to show you what it means to get properly fucked.”

A shiver wracked my body.

His fingertips trailed down my arms. And he captured my wrists in his grasp. I inhaled sharply as he brought my hands up, and placed them above my head, flat against the wall.

“Spread your legs for me.”

It took two breaths before I had the guts to move my legs apart.

“That’s it,” his lips were on my back, trailing kisses across my shoulder.

I arched, quivering when I felt his teeth graze the skin of my shoulder.

“Tonight, I’m going to control every inch of you.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “After tonight, no matter who you’re with, you’ll only think of me.”

One big hand slid around my neck, and I felt his hand gently squeeze my neck. I could feel the pulse of my heartbeat under the pressure of his thumb. It was a move designed to dominate, to let me know he was in charge. My entire body trembled with responding lust.

I whimpered when I felt him kick out one of my legs, forcing me to spread my legs open wider. I felt so vulnerable. So exposed.

“I usually like to draw things out, torture a bit, but right now I feel impatient. I want to feel you come all over my fingers. Hard and fast.”

“What?” I blinked, my eyes opening wide.

I cried out when I felt his hand slide between my legs. He didn’t give me a chance to process. He buried his fingers into me. His fingers plundered me the way I imagined he would fuck me. Primal, greedy and demanding.

Oh my god.

My entire body reacted. I was on my tippy toes, arching back, my head against his chest, and his fingers were relentless, rough and wild; pushing me into a frenzy. He was driving me to the point of madness.

“That’s it,” his stubble rasped against my neck. “You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you? You want it so bad from someone who knows how to actually fuck.”

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