Page 172 of Ravaged Soul
“God, you’re so hot and wet.” The praise rushes from him. “So fucking tight and perfect. Take it, love. Take every inch of me.”
“Yes, more. Please… more.”
“Ride me, Em.”
Pushing my knees into the leather seat, I lift myself on his lap to take control. I’m a trembling mess already, but I can still find a steady pace to lift and fall on him like a good fucking girl. Seeing his eyes roll back in his head only adds to the triumph.
We thrust and grind, chests pressed together while trading slow, languid kisses. Each time I sink down on Warner, he gasps into my mouth, his steel pressing up against the hidden sweet spot that makes my vision burst into stars.
I bounce on him, slow at first but gaining in speed. I want to see every smile. Each muttered gasp or intake of breath. All the evidence of the man I’ve long wanted finally giving in to what was always meant to be.
His fingers dig into my hips and ass, propelling each movement. Prolonging the agony of him breaching every last part of me. My thrusts are shallow, but in this position, he’s at the perfect angle to snatch the oxygen from my lungs. It’s exquisitely overwhelming.
“You feel so good on top of me,” he grunts, panting for air.
I keep hold of his shoulders, slowing my strokes. “You do too.”
“God, I want to do so many things to you.”
“Everything,” I moan back. “I want everything with you. All of it. Forever.”
“It’s yours, love. I have always been yours.”
Hips rotating, I’m grinding on him when a squeal of tyres nearby precede light flooding the SUV. I duck my head to hidein Warner’s shoulder, still seated on him with his cock sheathed inside me.
At that second, Warner’s hips rise to piston into me. I call out in surprise, feeling full to a breaking point. I’m so riled up and over-sensitised, I can’t take much more from him.
Car doors slam before the lights extinguish, and we both sigh in relief. Warner cups the back of my neck to guide my lips back down to his, exchanging breath in a fast and furious kiss.
“Get in the backseat,” he says into my mouth. “Now.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to bend your tight ass over and fuck you properly.”
After pecking his lips, I’m sure it’s not an elegant sight to watch me clambering from his lap. Warner slaps me on the ass again as I slide between the seats into the SUV’s spacious backseat. He exits to round the car, head swivelling to check if anyone is around.
When Warner climbs into the back and slams the door shut behind him, I know all bets are off. He pushes his jeans and boxers down to unveil his metal prosthetic, fully freeing himself in preparation.
“Face down,” he orders.
“Yes, boss.” I smile cheekily at him.
“Faster. I want a face full of that ass.”
Body still trembling from riding him, I turn over on the supple leather, pushing my chest down and backside up. Warner grabs my thigh from behind, steering it wider so my knees are spread wide apart.
I’m left exposed—bent in half, cheek pressed into the seat and ass suspended high in a vulnerable display. His breath is hot as it glides over my soaked holes, tickling swollen skin that pebbles in response.
“Such a perfect pussy.” Warner lays a kiss down on my mound. “It’s almost a shame to ruin it.”
Fire ignites where he tightly grips my hip, splaying one hand across my lower back to deepen my arching. I whimper pathetically, needing to feel him. Or anything at all but the fear of what we must face once this is over.
“Fuck!” he roars, plunging in.
I’m rocked back and forth on the seat by several fast, almost frantic thrusts, testing my limits in this position then shattering straight through them. From here, Warner can pump into me as powerfully as he pleases, keeping me bent in submission.
The intense feeling of being overwhelmed reaches a new peak, allowing a sizzling electrical current to stream through my extremities each time he glides back inside. I greedily accept each stroke, each slap of his skin on mine, each drop of uncontrolled Warner in all his glory.
