What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [104]
He was hard as a rock, had been that way all afternoon, even after getting himself off in the shower, and now he pressed his aching hard-on against her hip. “And does my big cock feel ready to impale you?”
She lifted her gaze to him and he saw the stark desire residing there as she responded breathily. “Oh, yes.”
With care, he turned the dagger so that the sharp edge pointed outward—then he sliced through the fabric, all the way down, until both the gown and jacket fell open across her breasts and torso. She gasped, and he groaned—because he’d just gotten a little stiffer, damn it. He couldn’t wait much longer.
So he wasted no more time. Slipping the dagger carefully into the side of her pretty lace panties, he cut those, too, leaving them to fall about one thigh. She let out another gasp and he whispered hotly, “Do I frighten you, wench?”
“Kind of,” she replied softly. And it moved all through him like liquid—her voice, her fear.
“Good,” he said, low and dark. “Because right now, sunshine, I’m scaring myself a little, too.”
And with that, he tossed the dagger aside, picked her up, and threw her to her back on the bed.
She landed with a small cry of surprise and struggled lightly against her ropes. Meanwhile, he briskly undid his pants, reached in to free his aching cock, and promptly nailed her to the bed with it. It happened that quick—one fluid set of moves and he was in her, deep, hard, and she was crying out at the entry. He felt it low in his belly, that hot little cry—in it he heard her fear, her surrender, her pleasure, her need, and he loved all of it, more than he could understand; he loved being the man who made her feel so many things, so very profoundly. Feel me, sunshine, he thought as he began to drive into her warm, tight cunt. Feel me, feel me, feel me.
She moaned at every hot, hard plunge—and he fucked her relentlessly, like a madman. He grabbed on to her ass, pulling her to him so he could thrust to the hilt, make her take it, make her take him. He grunted and growled as the dark delight of fucking her so roughly vibrated inside him.
What would happen after this? He didn’t know. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He only knew he couldn’t resist fulfilling her fantasy—even at the emotional peril of them both.
It took a few minutes to realize that despite how hard he was giving it to her, she was fucking him back—meeting his strokes, slamming her pelvis into his again and again. They groaned together, and her bound wrists circled his neck. Even afraid, she wasn’t fighting him.
Finally, he pulled out, pressed her body back to the bed, and moved to straddle her shoulders. Then he held his cock down to her mouth and said, “Suck me.”
She opened wide, willing and beautiful, and he fed her his length. And a part of him wanted to go just as hard there, be just as brutal, but . . . he couldn’t. She looked too defenseless with her bound arms stretched over her head, giving in to him so fully.
And—damn, it felt good to go slow anyway. Her warm mouth hugged his erection, snug and wet, making him curse under his breath as he tried to keep from coming. Shit—when had he lost control with her? He didn’t even know. He only felt himself succumbing more and more.
“Dirty girl,” he whispered down to her. “With such a hot, dirty little mouth. That’s so good, honey—suck my cock. Keep sucking it, dirty girl.” He’d never thought a woman looked exactly beautiful doing this—he’d thought they looked hot, nasty, obscene, and a host of other descriptors—but despite himself, he thought Jenna somehow indeed looked beautiful, even if in a really naughty way, taking his cock deep into her throat.
But when he again feared he would come, he withdrew. He wasn’t done here yet—no way. Not even close.
Catching his breath, he began to back slowly over the length of her body, letting his erection glide over her chest, between her breasts, onto her slender belly, and when he lifted his gaze back to hers, right below his now—hell, he had to kiss her. Just had to.
His hands cupped her face and his mouth sank over prettily swollen