I remained silent and waited to see
how far he’d take this. When his hand
moved up the inside of my thigh and under my skirt, I parted my legs and rested
my head against the seat, closing my eyes.
He kept going until he reached my panties. A moment later, I moaned as he pushed his
finger inside me and went deep, massaging me at the same time as his thumb
played with my clit. My hands gripped
the car seat, and I held on tight. The
pleasure from Donovan’s fingers was intense and I knew it wouldn’t be long
until he’d make me come.
“God, your fingers . . . ” My voice
trailed off and he pushed harder inside me.
“Fuck, baby, you got any idea how
fucking turned on I am right now? You’re
so fucking ready for my cock,” he groaned and I could hear his hunger for me.
I reached across and placed my hand
on his dick. He wasn’t joking when he
said he was turned on. My eyes flew
open, and I pushed his hand away from me and sat up straight. I looked out the window and realised we
weren’t far from his place. “Take me to
your house,” I said.
He frowned. “Why’d you stop me? I nearly had you there.”
“Because I want you to fuck it out
of me,” I answered him and prodded his arm.
“Turn here for your house. It’s
closer than mine.”
“You need to get back for work tonight.”
“Baby, what I need is your cock, so
turn the damn car and get me to your place.
We can sort work out after you’ve fucked me.”
“Fuck,” he growled as he turned the
car, “I hope you’re ready for this.”
***
Donovan pretty much yanked me from
his car and into his house. I’d fallen
in love with his home the first time I’d visited. It was very masculine, in grey and black
tones. Very Donovan. Today I hardly had a chance to notice it as
he dragged me through it and into his bedroom.
Fuck, I loved it when he was like this: demanding and bossy as hell.
And
intense.
Donovan’s intensity attracted me to
him even before he’d rescued me that night.
I’d watched him for a long time, and while I found him a little scary,
I’d wanted to know how that intensity would translate in the bedroom. And now I knew – it was hot, and it made me
crave his touch like I’d never craved a man’s touch before.
He got me into his bedroom, pushed
me up against the wall, and shoved his hand straight up my skirt, and into my
panties.
Fuck.
His eyes blazed with desire as he
growled, “I know you want my dick, but I need to feel you first.”
I grabbed his face with both
hands. “Make it quick,” I demanded
before pulling his lips to mine.
His fingers pushed inside, and he
grunted something unintelligible into my mouth as he kissed and fingered
me. I let his face go so I could reach
down and hike my skirt up around my waist.
Then I wrapped one of my legs around him, and tilted my pussy forward so
his fingers could go deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as his fingers
brought me so much pleasure. It was too
much. I needed his cock now, so I pushed
him away.
He knew what I wanted and began
tearing off my clothes. Once he had me
naked, he stripped himself while I stood and enjoyed the show. Then he picked me up and deposited me on the
bed before moving on top of me.
“One day soon, I’m gonna get
fucking creative with you, but for the moment, I just need to get inside you
and fuck you,” he said as his cock entered me.
I wrapped my arms and legs around
him and moved with him. “I don’t need
creative, Donovan. I just need you.”
He pulled out and thrust in
again. Over and over, he repeated this
and kept up a slow, torturous pace.
His eyes were focused on mine.
Completely.
As if this was his way of
communicating with me.
And I felt that; I felt what he
wasn’t saying.
It seemed like he fucked me for an
eternity. He brought me close, then
backed off, then repeated this over and over.
By the time I came, I was in a delirious state of bliss. My body was not my own anymore, it was
Donovan’s, and I simply moved with him while he skilfully controlled me.
My eyes were shut, and my mind and
body lit up with the pleasure from my orgasm.
I screamed out Donovan’s name at almost the same time that his body
tensed and he roared with his release.
I clung to him tightly as the last
drops of pleasure rushed through me, until I eventually let go, and murmured, “You
sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
He stared at me for a couple of beats
before saying, “It’s you, baby.”
“What’s me?” I was still half delirious from the orgasm,
but I sensed something in his words and struggled to fight through the haze to
grasp what he was saying.
“You bring it out of me. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I’ve never
felt it like this before.” He paused for
a second before adding, quite firmly, “Never.”
4.5
Favorite Quotes:
Storm: #1
“Two hours ago
we’d never met and less than two hours from now would be the last he’s ever see
of me. This was perhaps a shame because
he was one hot guy; built with muscles that screamed to be touched, ink that
begged to be traced and a face that any woman would kill to kiss. But I didn’t do relationships, not anymore.”
“By the end of
it, I was ready to stab myself in the eyes and cut my ears off; anything not to
have to see or hear either of them.”
“Some people
showed their love with gentle and tender moments; Madison and I only knew one
speed in everything we did in life. And
doing it together, we fit together perfectly in our imperfect love.”
Fierce #2
“This was one
complex man. He smiled back, and oh my
freaking god, when that dimple popped, I swear my panties almost caught on
fire.”
‘“You say that
like I should be thankful for your apology; like I should worship at your feet
for it.’ I knew I was perhaps being a
little snarky but, bloody hell, I’d had enough of men who thought I owed them
something just for them being nice to me.
From now on, I would be an equal in a relationship or I wouldn’t be in
the relationship at all.”
‘If J ever
cheated on me, I wouldn’t hesitate to cut his balls off; the jail time would be
so worth it.”
Blaze #2.5
I’d never had
a guy like J before, but standing there, listening to him claim me like a
caveman, I knew I was ruined for all men.
J was going to ruin me and consume me, and I was going to let him.”
“You might be
a dirty mouthed, moody asshole, but you love with all your heart and that’s all
a woman can ask for.”
Revive #3:
“That voice
could charm a habit off a nun.”
Slay #4
“I craved
someone with a genuine kindness to them, someone who cared about other people
as much as they cared about themselves, and I’d rather end up alone than settle
for less than that.”
“He was danger
in all its glory, and yet he was safety and shelter at the same time.”
“Donovan,
sometimes you have to shatter to find strength, and sometimes you have to let
someone in to help you put the pieces back together.”
“I could get
lost in his kisses. Rough to show his
passion and need. Soft to show his
tenderness and care. And the way he
injected rough and soft into the one kiss made my knees weak.”
“We’re still
breathing, but we’re not living. We need
to stop blaming ourselves and get on with life.”
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