Page 27 of Wicked Temptations
His tone was vicious. Each thrust drove me harder against the console, the plastic edge digging into my ribs, and I couldn’t do anything but take it. Take every brutal inch of him while my cock leaked and throbbed untouched, while my fingers scrabbled for purchase on smooth plastic, while the pain and pleasure blurred into something unbearable.
“Please.” The word fell out of me, cracked and raw. “Please, fuck, Jude—”
“Please what?”
He slammed in again, hitting that place inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I choked on air, trying to form words, trying to think past the overwhelming sensation of him filling me so completely that it stole my breath.
“More. Please, more, I need—”
“This is how it should be.” His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still while he fucked me without mercy. “You spread out and begging for my cock.Notthe other way around.”
Lying fucking bastard.He’d begged for it just as badly last night. But I couldn’t call him on it because I was too busy falling apart, my entire body wound so tight I thought I might shatter.
The angle was wrong. My knee kept slipping off the seat. My shoulder pressed painfully against the console. Everything about this position was awkward and cramped and uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Because Jude was buried inside me, taking me apart with every thrust, and this was everything I’d wanted since the first time I’d seen him walking through the fog on my phone screen.
“Harder.” I was begging now, completely shameless n my need. “Please. Fuck. Harder. I can take it.”
He growled something I couldn’t hear and drove in so hard my vision blacked out for a second. The console creaked under my weight. My cock throbbed desperately, dripping against the plastic, and yet I still needed more. Needed him to wreck me completely.
Before I could process what was happening, he shifted, pulling out just long enough to move. Then he grabbed my hips and yanked my body with him until he was leaning back across the seat, and I was straddling him. Reversed. My back to his chest, his hands gripping my waist.
“Ride me, bitch,” he said. His voice was rough enough to cut glass.
Well, fuck.
The new angle made everything different. The ceiling was too low. I had to brace one hand against it, the other grabbing the headrest of the front seat for leverage. The position was awkward and cramped, but when I lifted myself up and sank back down on his cock, the sensation made my vision blur.
Jude grunted, and it was a primal, beautiful sound.
I set my own rhythm. Faster than he had been, chasing the release he’d been denying me. My thighs burned from the effort and the strange angle in the confined space, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Not when it felt this good.
When his hand came up to fist in my hair and pull, I gasped and moaned like a whore.
“Like that, huh?”
“Fuck yes.” The words ripped out of me between grinds. “Feels so good.”
Jude pulled harder on my hair, yanking me back until my spine arched and my back pressed flush against his chest. The angle shifted everything, and I had to drop one leg down into the footwell, opening myself up to take everything he could give me.
I couldn’t lift myself anymore. The position wouldn’t allow it. Instead, I ground down, rolling my hips in desperate circles, fucking myself on him in shallow, frantic movements. My hand slipped from the headrest, and I grabbed his thigh instead, nails digging in through the tactical pants.
“That’s it. Grind down on my cock like you fucking need it.”
His voice was pure gravel, all control stripped away. I groaned, doing exactly what he wanted because I did need it too. I needed him buried so deep inside me I would feel it tomorrow.
“You wanted this. Wanted me to fuck you, make you mine.” His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling until my scalp burned. “Say it.”
“Yes.” The word broke on a gasp. “Fuck yes, I wanted this.”
“Who’s making you feel this good?”
“You. God, Jude, you.”
“That’s right.” He thrust up sharply, meeting my desperate grinding, and I cried out. “My cock in your ass. My hand in your hair.Mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice went straight to my dick. I was leaking steadily now, untouched and ready to blow just from the way he filled me.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”
