Page 46 of Spark

“You know what happens when we go back home.” It wasn’t necessarily a question, though I didn’t really want him to reveal the answer. But the look in his eyes was all the answer I needed because I immediately recognized that look—hunger.

“I have a pretty good idea,” I breathed, my heart pounding so loud I swore he could hear it.

With a slow torturous pace, Darren gently eased his face down to mine, his lips barely grazing over my own while his warm minty breath tickled my skin.

“I guarantee… it pales in comparison.” And then his mouth was on mine.

The moment our lips connected, it was like gasoline on fire. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his clung to my hips, pulling me closer to his massive body. Darren’s tongue dove into my mouth, entangling with mine and eliciting a quiet moan from my mouth. God, for someone so awful, he tasted so fucking good.

A few short moments later, Darren lifted me up, allowing my legs to wrap around his hips while his hands supported my ass, squeezing and teasing. Our mouths still interlocked in an aggressive, desperate kiss, Darren carried me over to my bed, nearly slamming me down in a hurry. Liquid heat pooled in my core as his hands traced down my arms, setting my skin on fire.

“I like this dress,” he said, finally breaking our kiss, his voice strained with lust. “But I like it better on the floor.” And then he ripped the damn thing off me. For like, the millionth time.

“Hey!” I shouted as I watched the poor garment tossed to the floor in shreds. “I actually kind of liked that one.”

Darren just gave me his sexy shark-like grin, and his snarkiness only aggravated me more. So I grabbed his short and forced it open, tearing it slightly and causing the buttons to fly off.

“You’re not the only one who can rip clothing,” I sneered back.

Darren’s mouth lifted in a knowing smile. “That was a four hundred dollar shirt,” he drawled as his lips moved closer to my mouth.

“Buy another one,” I said and grabbed his tie to yank him down to my mouth, which he eagerly obliged.

Clutching his tie tightly in my fist, I kissed him with as much force as I could, wanting him to know that I was there and unafraid. He kneeled over my body; both hands on the bed on either side of me to hold up his weight, while one foot remained on the floor and his other knee planted right between my legs. Darren’s lips owned mine in every way until I felt a small twinge of pain as his teeth latched down on my bottom lips, sending the jolt right to my clit.

“Is my princess trying to take control?” he breathed against me. I couldn’t tell if it was a warning or an invitation.

“Let’s experiment,” I replied, my lips still connecting with his. “You might find you like it.”

A barely-there chuckle rolled up his throat as he kissed me.

“Well then,” he said, grasping my hips. He then shifted his weight and pulled me on top of him so that I straddled his lap. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I smirked.

I brought my mouth down to claim his, pulling his shirt and jacket away while he rolled his shoulders in compliance to remove the clothing. Tossing his tie to the side with my tattered dress, I raked my nails down his bare chest while he gripped my hair and jerked my head to the side, exposing my neck. Pulling me forward, Darren feasted on my throat while his fingers dove into my slickness, causing my skin to tingle all over while my nails dug into his muscular shoulders. He stroked my clit back and forth, creating the most delicious friction while I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud.

“You’re cheating,” I breathed huskily as I worked to keep my body from shaking from the pleasure he was giving me.

“Should I stop?” he asked against my neck as he bit down.

“Don’t you dare.”

And then he bit down harder, marking me with his teeth and causing me to cry out. Darren then laid all the way down on the bed, pulling my hips with him to place my aching slit over his mouth. His tongue eagerly began to lap away at my clit, sending my blood rushing through my veins as my hands dug into his hair.

“Oh, fuck, Darren,” I moaned, unable to control it any longer. I was so close to oblivion I could almost taste it.

Darren’s hand then smacked my ass hard enough to grab my attention as I gasped in response at his reminder. Still no cussing.

I found myself nearly riding his face as he feasted on me like a man starved. Every lick, every lap of his tongue drove me closer and closer until I was right on the edge.

“Oh, God, I’m there,” I breathed. And then Darren didn’t just nudge me over the edge, he fucking flat out shoved me.

His tongue dove deeper, harder, increasing the pressure on my clit until I was screaming in ecstasy; my orgasm powerful enough to cloud everything else around me. But before it was even over, Darren lifted me off him and speared me right on to his hard waiting cock. I groaned aloud as a new wave of pleasure rolled over me. I hadn’t even realized he had somehow managed to shimmy out of his pants while I was on top of him.

Darren groaned as he wrapped an arm around my waist, strained lust in his eyes as he fucked me with everything he had. My hands gripped his shoulders as I worked my body to sustain his pace, my core squeezing his cock for more. Darren clutched my hips in an almost painful grip, and he slid me up and down his cock, the force almost too good to handle.

But I knew Darren wouldn’t remain in that position for long.

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