Page 34 of Pitbull
Pitbull set her on the floor and left the room.
“Daniel?” Anke called, confusion and disappointment pulsing through her. She pushed to her elbow and tried sitting up. “Pitbull! Where are you…”
She sighed and flopped back to the floor. After a few seconds, regret washed over her and she scrambled for her clothes. She couldn’t remember a time she’d gotten dress so fast. It was something to give yourself to a man whose body made you forget everything. Then have him set you aside and leave like that. She covered her face, remembering begging him for more—begging him to take her.
Desperate to pull herself together, Anke went to the fridge to grab something to drink.
“You’re dressed.” Pitbull’s voice was soft yet like a simmering storm.
“Well, you didn’t want me anymore so what did you expect?” She didn’t face him. Instead, she grabbed a glass jug from the ridge and was stepping away to find a glass when he caught her arm.
She gasped as she felt her body turning with his power rather than her own. He took the jug and dropped it in the sink. It broke—she knew it did.
“What in the hell is your issue?” She demanded.
“Open your mouth, Anke.”
If he thought he was going to get what he wanted then toss her away then make demands—he had another thing coming. Anke opened her mouth to tell him to go fuck himself but when she didn’t, he merely pushed a condom packet between her teeth. She realized her mistake then and suddenly embarrassment filled her.
“You actually thought.” Pitbull moved behind her. “I’d walk away after the things you did to my body?”
Before she could reply, Pitbull caught the back of her top and tugged. The sound of material coming apart filled the air. She pulled the condom packet from her mouth and tried reaching up.
“Daniel don’t….”
Too late. He’d ripped her shirt open and tugged it from her body.
“Do you want to stop, Anke?” Pitbull asked. “Tell me and I’ll back off. We won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“I want. But you just shredded my top.”
“It was in my way.”
She trembled at the irritation in his voice even as she removed her pants before he could rip through that as well. He led her to the kitchen counter and bent her over it. He took the condom packet from her fingers and Anke waited. A large finger tested her wetness but didn’t stay for long. She moaned and writhed her body from side to side showing her disappointment.
“How do you want this, Anke?” Pitbull asked, leaning forward and nibbling at her shoulders. “Hard and fast, or slow and steady?”
“Whatever my body is telling you,” Anke panted.
“Good girl.”
He gripped her hips, used his foot to spread her legs then slammed into her body like a storm. He growled while he did it, turning Anke on even more. From behind, he rode her hard, fast, rough—at first she was stunned. But each pump of his hips left her putty and moaning. She found herself begging him to go faster, harder—to give her more. Her toes curled. Her knees buckled.
But Pitbull never once let her fall.
One orgasm melted into a second before he pulled from her, pushed her to her knees and took her from behind again. Each time he smashed into her G spot, Anke's eyes rolled back. He pumped her, making her dig her nails into the floor, snapping them. Anke didn’t care. All she knew was, Pitbull was the best lover she’d ever had and it had to happen again and again and again—she screamed as another climax tore through her.
This time, Pitbull grunted, braced a palm to her lower back and pushed. This made him sink the deepest he’d ever gone. Her world exploded into white light as he lost himself inside her. The condom expanded and she knew he was coming. She smiled, rolled her hips against him and listened to the loud growl it elicited.
“Damn, Anke.” Pitbull muttered. “Damn.”
She smiled as he seemed to melt from her body and fell to the floor on his back, breathing hard. Her body brought him to his knees and made him speechless.
Anke couldn’t believe how sexy the thought made her feel. It was an amazing sensation that fluttered through her like the tingle she got from a butterfly landing on her forehead.
“Are you okay?” She rolled to her back beside him.
“Better than.” Pitbull whispered. “You brought out this animal…”
