His kiss is everything I was afraid it’d be.
Mint, whiskey, something sharp and spicy. His smell fills my nostrils like honey. I breathe him in as his tongue laps against mine, and his grip in my hair tightens. He releases the most knee-crossing groans I’ve ever heard in my life when I shrug off my jacket.
He throws it on the floor and pins me back onto the ruined mattress. A thick slice was cut into the fabric right next to my head. His body grinds into mine as I moan right back into his kiss, and I feel him stiffening. It drives me wild how hard he’s getting, and the feeling of his weight and his strong arms, and I don’t know how this is happening, but I don’t want it to stop.
“You’re making a mistake,” he says, staring into my eyes.
“That’s not what most people would say right about now.” I’m breathing hard, and he looks almost tortured, like he’s caught between wanting to fuck me and needing to get away.
“You saw this place. You know I’m trouble.”
“This isn’t happening, right?”
He licks his lips. “I can feel it.”
“Yeah? What do you feel?”
“Your legs spread.” He shifts his hips and grinds into me. My mini skirt’s up around my hips, and there’s only my panties between my wet pussy and him. He shoves my hands above my head as his mouth brushes my neck. “Your skin. Your smell.” He releases my wrists with one hand and pushes my mesh top up. He kisses my breasts and chest. “I feel your heat, little thief. Should I see how wet you are?”
“Fuck,” I gasp, arching into him. “I didn’t steal anything.”
“You were going to.” He moves down, shoves my bra up roughly, and sucks my nipples. I groan, frustrated and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
“I could have. I didn’t.”
“You wanted to.” He bites softly, and I yelp and pull his hair. “All that money? Don’t pretend like you weren’t tempted.”
“Being tempted and doing it are different things.”
“You’re doing it right now.”
I groan in frustration. He smirks, enjoying himself, as he moves between my legs and kisses my thighs. “I’m curious, okay? I can’t help myself.”
“You’re curious about me?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s dangerous.” He reaches my panties with his mouth and slowly he pushes them aside.
My heart’s pounding in my chest and my cheeks are numb with how badly I want him.
“Yeah, well, story of my freaking life.”
He murmurs something and slides his fingers up and down my pussy. I groan at how good it feels to be teased like that. I’m so wet he easily slides them inside of me. “What did you say?” I gasp, pushing into him.
“I said, you have a beautiful fucking pussy,” he says, and his mouth smothers me.
Holy shit.
Bliss slams into my spine. He licks and sucks my clit, tongue lapping up and down along my folds. He pushes it inside of me and yep, my god, that’s absolutely incredible. His mouth demolishes me, licks me like a god, eating me until my brain’s absolute mush.
“And you taste like fucking heaven,” he snarls.
That does it. Triggers absolutely pulled.
I come against his mouth. He likes that and keeps going, fingers fucking me through my orgasm until I think I might black out. When I blink and the world resolves into something resembling his face and the room behind him, there’s a big smirk on his lips, and his shirt’s off.
Muscles. Tattoos. And scars. So many scars. Ugly, knotted scars, long knife scars, burn marks. The ink connects those knots of lightened tissue in pictures, a portrait of hate and pain. A wolf with blood dripping from its fangs. A knife through a realistic heart.
He wasn’t kidding. This guy’s absolutely trouble.
And he also just gave me the best orgasm of my life.
He pulls me on top of him. I’m breathing hard as he takes off my bra and my top. His mouth explores my lips, my neck, and my nipples as he shimmies out of his pants. His thick, hard cock rubs against my pussy and I reach back to stroke him—
And oh, fuck, he’s absolutely huge.
My eyes widen with shock. His hand grips my hair and pulls until I gasp in pain and pleasure.
“Something wrong?” he murmurs. “Something you don’t like?”
“No,” I whimper. His fingers tease me between my legs as I roll my palm around his tip, smearing it with precum.
“Lick that clean,” he whispers.
I stare in surprise. Then he grabs my wrist and raises it to my lips.
I lick it and he watches, his gaze burning.
Then he turns and rolls me over. His cock plunges inside of me and my brain absolutely breaks.
Little pieces of me shatter all over his room as he plunges in deeper, spreading me wide.
It feels so fucking good. It hurts too, a sharp stretching burn. But his mouth finds mine and he licks my teeth and tongue like he wants to get a taste of himself too, and I’m moaning right into his throat.
“For a fucking thief, you feel so goddamn good,” he says, husky and incredible as he fucks me deep.
I push my hands against the headboard.
“I’m not—a fucking—thief—” I moan back at him.
My hips buck into his. He smothers me with his muscular, cut body. His chest looks sculpted by angelic hands, and his abs look like they were cut from granite. He’s even got those stupid grooves that lead down to his perfectly formed cock.
It’s not fair. Not fucking fair. This is happening, but tomorrow—
It’ll be gone.
Like he was never here at all.
I grind into him. Desperation fills me. If I get only one night with this enormous, godlike creature, I’m going to make the best of it. I bite his lip and tell him to fuck me harder, and he growls his assent. I push into him, sweating, breathing hard, fingers digging into his back. I tell him he feels like heaven when he fucks me deep, and he tells me how he’s still got my taste on his tongue. I groan and bite his shoulder and he growls as he slams into my pussy.
“I want to feel you come, you dirty fucking girl,” he moans in my ear. “I want to feel it so I’ll remember it even when I pretend like I’ve never seen you before. Come for me so I get hard every time I walk through these fucking halls.”
God damn, that’s enough. I break again and shatter all over his massive dick, the orgasm rolling down my spine in wave after wave of pleasure.
He doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t slow. Instead, he moves faster, fucking me rough until I can barely breathe, and then I feel him.
Warm and hot and filling me to the brim.
He comes between my legs with a low trembling groan. That almost gets me off a third time. This beast, this monster. He goes limp for a moment, still inside of me.
I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision.
Then I reach up and run my fingers through his hair.
For a moment, he lingers there, massive cock still inside of me, still twitching from his orgasm, as I stroke down his back.
Then he pulls away. Almost like he just remembered something. I stare at his chiseled body and his stiff cock, and I shiver with delight as a bead of sweat falls down the groove between his abs.
“You know, this still isn’t happening,” I say, squirming slightly.
He licks his lips, staring at my body. At my breasts, at my pussy, at my mouth. I’ve never seen a man so hungry for me before in my life, and it’s absolutely intoxicating.
“I think it won’t be happening for another few hours still,” he says and draws me toward him. “Come here. Open your lips.”
I laugh lightly. “You don’t need a minute?”
“Not when I’m in that pretty mouth. Now take my cock and lick me.”
A nervous thrill buzzes down my spine. Maybe I’m in over my head. Maybe he’s right—maybe he’s too much trouble.
But I get on all fours and open my mouth and I take his cock between my lips, and honestly, I don’t care if I can barely handle him.
It’s not even really happening after all.
I suck his dick until he’s nice and hard, and after that I give myself over to a very, very good dream.
