Page 152 of Between Never and Forever
She shoves at my chest, making me take a step back, then grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs. We bypass her bedroom and head straight for the stairs leading to the roof. Logic, caution, self-preservation. It’s all gone as we step onto the rooftop terrace, and she whirls on me, unzipping my jeans and dropping to her knees.
“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing hold of her hair as she takes me in her mouth and straight down her throat.
No warm-up. No licking or toying with my dick. I have to brace a hand on the brick wall behind me from the way the pleasure makes me sway on my feet.
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
I tug on her hair and thrust into her, making her gag around me before pulling her back up to her feet. She tries to protest, but I cover her mouth with a possessive kiss, hand still fisted in her silver hair. She claws at me and palms my hard cock, now slick with her saliva.
“I’m not coming down your throat right now,” I grind out. “I’m not coming in your hand either.”
I walk her backward until her legs are against the patio chair. She tears off my shirt, then I follow suit with hers, dropping them on the ground beside us. I tug her sweats and underwear down her legs, and she kicks them off her feet. I palm her pussy, growling into her mouth when I feel just how soaked I’ve made her. Just how wet she is from the last orgasm I coaxed from her.
She pushes my jeans down over my ass and I do the same with my boxer briefs, and then we’re both standing naked under the night sky. I kiss her. Tweak her peaked, hardened nipples as she drags her long, black-painted fingernails down my chest. They don’t break skin but I want them to.
I bite her nipple, she gasps, then I spin her around, so my dick is pressed against her ass. I tug her head back by her hair and kiss her lips as I thrust between her ass cheeks, and she arches into me.
She’s so willing. So eager.
I want to claim her. To fuckingownher. I want to ruin her for everyone else.
I’ve only ever felt this possessive over Savannah. No other woman. She’s the only one who belongs with me.
She moans against me, and I use my feet to kick her legs apart, so she’s standing with them spread wide. I use my free hand to swipe my dick between her legs, once, twice, until she’s pushing back onto me, her body begging for the head of my dick to push into her wet, swollen pussy.
“Knees on the couch. Keep your legs wide.”
My command is ragged and rough, and I see goosebumps prickle the naked skin on her back.
She scrambles to do as she’s told, and I rub my hand up her spine before pressing lightly between her shoulder blades, so she’s bent over, forearms braced on the back of the couch. Her back is rising and falling almost violently with her sharp breaths.
“Press your ass into me, Savannah. That’s right. Just like that. Push it hard against my dick.”
She does it, and I grab onto her hips, clenching my teeth to keep from rushing this. To keep from taking her hard and fast.
“Fuck, Sav. Who knew you could be so obedient?”
She huffs. “I’m not a damn dog.”
I give her ass a smack then thrust against her, watching my cock slide up and down between her ass cheeks. It’s fucking erotic, commanding her like this. Possessing her body like it’s mine.
“I think I can tame this brat. I think I can fuck the brat right out of you.”
She growls but pushes harder into me.
“Stop talking and give it a try, then.”
The anger and impatience in her voice light me on fucking fire, and I smack her ass again. Her groan is guttural, and I know her wetness is dripping from her.
“No condom,” I say.
It’s a question as much as a warning.
“I don’t care. Fuck me bare. Skin on skin.”
I don’t wait for her to say more. I slam into her pussy, until her ass is pressed hard onto my pelvis.
“Oh fuck,” she chokes out.
