“Where to, Mr. Sorenson?” Carl’s voice came over the speaker.
I held Demi’s infuriated stare as I leaned towards the mic system and held the button down to answer. “I’ll tell you in a bit. Just start driving.”
Demi’s eyes moved to stare behind me and out of sheer curiosity I turned to see what she was staring at. The pitch black glass that divided the front from the back was slid completely up.
I realized this at the same moment she did.
“Dorian, tell him to stop this limo so I can get out,” I heard Demi softly warn.
The back of the limo was also soundproof, meaning that we couldn’t hear what was going on in the front and Carl wouldn’t be able to hear what was happening in the back.
I’m sure you can tell that this was all going to add up to be real, real bad.
I was still looking at the glass when I slowly shook my head no.
Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention just two breaths before I felt the sting of her palm connecting with my face.
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Silence reigned in that limo for a few seconds after that.
Well, almost silence. I could hear our heavy breaths hammering into the air around us.
Shock ricocheted through me. I sat there, blinking for a few seconds and trying to figure out if I’d imagined it.
One move of my jaw proved that the slight sting was still there. I finally turned my head, slowly, nostrils flaring as heat throbbed painfully inside me. My eyes connected with Demi’s shocked gaze.
My nostrils flared again as I struggled to stay in control.
“Take…me…back,” she ordered, her voice tiny but furious as she panted so hard that I was sure her breasts were going to spill out the top of that dress.
“You can smack me all you want. Hell, I might even deserve it at this point. Regardless, the answer is still going to be resounding no.”
The sound of another smack rang out but I barely felt this one connect with my face. This time, I didn’t wait. When her hand connected I moved instantly, thought processes that skirted around logical escaping me as pure instinct took over.
“You fucking asshole!” Demi grunted, her fists connecting with my chest as I leaned forward and tried to subdue her. We ended up in a tangle of limbs that did nothing to alleviate the way my dick was throbbing and sliding across the fabric of my boxers.
“Dorian!”
“Demi, damn it!” I grunted, forcing my way between her kicking legs in order to subdue them.
I swear that was my original intent.
But the moment that I’d pressed my way between her thighs, her legs locked viciously around my hips while her arms continued to wail around, her hands connecting with my head, chest, and shoulders.
I grabbed onto her wrists, throwing my weight back and landing on the seat behind us. Thanks to her leg-lock on my midsection, I ended up taking her with me, my hands twisting hers behind her back and immobilizing them there.
I ended up on the seat with Demi straddling me.
As in, completely straddling me.
The fact that I now held her hands prisoner behind her back made her body arch. We both froze, realizing at the same time the position we were in. I couldn’t tear my eyes from where they’d fallen.
Her breasts made my teeth ache. They jutted out, bouncing with each harsh breath that left her. My body instantly came to full attention, all of my concentration taking in the fact that her breasts were a mere fucking breath away from my mouth.
And her sexy little body was wrapped around me, her hips pressed tightly against mine.
Lord help me, looking down I could see her legs. The skirt of her dress had been pushed up high on her thighs from our wrestling and the fact that said legs were still wrapped too tightly around me added fuel to what was already a raging inferno.
Time slowed down. I forced my eyes away from her chest. Looked up, my eyes trailing languidly across her flesh, up her neck and continuing until her lips were all I could focus on. I had to stop there, licking my lips and fighting the urge I had to kiss her again. Eventually, her cute little nose came into view followed by those wide, gorgeous eyes.
Something tumultuous was swimming within them. Something that called to me and made it harder for me to stay still. Her glasses had fallen off during our struggle. She was just as sexy without them and looking into her eyes was pushing my body to its limits.
My dick could cut glass. There was no way it wouldn’t be able to at this point. The pain of my condition railed within me. I was pulsing to the beat of my own heart and I had no doubt that she could feel it.
I swallowed heavily, trying to focus and calm the needy rage in my blood. “I’m sorry,” I rasped. “I’m sorry I just dragged you away. I had no right to carry you off like that, I know. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Then why did you do it?” she asked, her breath fanning out delicately across my face.
I felt my eyelids flutter. Had to clench my jaw and fight the urge to move my hips. My body was fucking desperate for relief. Any kind of relief. “I can’t stand the idea of anyone trying to seduce you in anyway,” I confessed, nearly choking on my own breath when she moved slightly.
Just a fucking little.
Enough to make me twitch violently.
Demi lowered her head, her forehead barely an inch from my own.
“Why?”
And her breath slid right into me this time, the taste of her tempting me and testing the last pitiful iota of my self control that was left. I looked into her eyes, knowing that my own were probably pleading with her at this point.
“Answer me, Dorian,” Demi said, her lips so fucking close to my mouth.
“Woman, how many times do I have to tell you? I want you. I want you so fucking much nothing makes sense anymor-”
Demi pressed her lips against mine, halting whatever else I was about to say. Not that it mattered. Lust ran through me so hard that it almost banged my head into the window behind me.
I let go of her wrists so I could cup her face and tilt her head. Demi’s hands wrapped around my face, too, her fingers sliding across my jaw. The moment she started really rocking those hips against me, I nearly fucking exploded right there.
All the restraint that I had left -which we all know wasn’t much- poofed into non-existence. My hips took off without my consent. My hands did worse. They slid down her neck, one wrapping around it and the other continuing on its journey downward.
Demi gasped into my mouth when she felt my hand reach her breast. A part of me expected her to stop me but instead, she pushed out her chest and pressed her breast fully into my hand. She moaned in a way that made all the nerves in my body stand at full attention.
Full attention.
Demi’s lips tugged lightly on mine making a groan rip its way out of my chest. The hand that I had around her neck tensed. I soaked in how hard her heart was beating as I rubbed my thumb lightly across her pounding artery.
My other hand pulled on her dress, my fingers desperate to bare her tit. I sent up a silent ‘thank you’ that she wasn’t wearing a bra when it bounced free, nearly spilling into my hand.
Demi pulled her lips away from mine, her mouth falling open on a silent moan.
“Fuck baby girl,” I whispered hoarsely, my throat dry as I looked down at her chest. I brushed my thumb across her nipple, watching it harden to a point that looked painful.
“Dorian,” Demi whimpered, her voice strained. Her upper body bowed as she lowered herself onto me. Her breath was titillating against my ear as she let out another of those little whimpers.
Using the hold I had on her neck, I pulled her close enough so that I could wrap my lips around her pulse. My eyes slid closed and my chest rumbled because the moment her taste hit my tongue I could taste the lust on her.
I was dying to taste so much more.
The fingers of my other hand continued to tease her nipple. Feather light strokes followed by a light pi
nch of her pebbled flesh. Flesh I was dying to suck on.
Bite.
There was no way in hell I was going to survive not having her, especially if she rotated her hips like that one more time.
Which she did when I wrapped my hand fully around her breast.
God, it made my mouth water. My dick couldn’t get any harder, I was already close to blowing my load right then and there.
I need to get her home.
Fuck, yes I did.
I imagined her naked on my bed, her breasts and every other part of her at my mercy. The image singed synaptic connections that I fucking needed if I was to remain a functioning human.
My degradation into animal status was on full throttle.
I let go of her tit and grabbed onto her hip, stilling her movements. Demi mewled. My name was groaned in protest shortly after. “Shh,” I soothed, pulling back so I could nibble on her lips. “We can’t do this here,” I continued, pressing soft kisses to her mouth.
Demi moaned again, her teeth coming down on my bottom lip.
I grunted and jerked against her, my body demanding that I listen to hers.
“Baby, wait,” I groaned, grabbing her around the neck with one hand and holding her still. Never in my freaking life would I forget the heavy-lidded stare she threw at me. The fire in those eyes.
Blindly, I reached behind me, trying to feel my way to the intercom and the button on it. I managed to find it and pressed it down, inhaling deeply and trying to sound normal when I spoke to Carl.
“Carl.”
“Yes, Mr. Sorenson?”
“Take us to my apartment.”
I didn’t even bother to worry about what he would think or what explanation I would give.
I was more than ready to face whatever consequences were coming for me. Nothing could deter me or change my mind. The girl would be so fucking worth it, I could feel it in every bone on my body.
Scary thoughts, but I couldn’t pay much mind to them right then. I wrapped my arms around her and stared into her eyes. We were both still panting and I could feel her heart thundering against my chest.
“What are you thinking right now?” I asked, needing to know if she was having any misgivings about what we were going to do.
“That you make me ache,” Demi said in a low tone, her eyes falling to stare at my mouth.
I hissed sharply, feeling like I’d been punched. My body jerked under hers, seeking.
Wanting.
Screaming at me to forget everything and slam into her as deep as I could go.
Clothes and everything be damned.
Demi let out a hot breath that made me want to snap my teeth at her. Her eyes flickered between my lips and my eyes and I could tell she was trying to see what was on my mind.
“You make me ache, too, baby. God, you do,” I said hoarsely, a rueful smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.
“That’s so fucking hot,” she said, making my teeth clench.
Did the girl have any idea what it did to me to see this side of her? To hear her cursing like that?
“What is?” I asked, fighting the roaring beast within.
“When you call me ‘baby’,” she said, sitting up on my lap and pressing that sweet pussy of hers against me.
I hadn’t touched it, yet, but I knew it would be sweet. Amazing. No way that it couldn’t be. The rest of her was destructive as it is.
“Yeah?” I asked, watching hungrily as she leaned closer.
Demi nodded, biting her lip in a way that made my teeth envious. “Say it again,” she requested, somehow looking horny and shy and fuck me, perfect.
She slid her pussy against my cock as she moved even closer.
Easy. Easy. Don’t rip her dress off…
RIP HER FUCKING DRESS OFF!
“Fuck baby,” I semi-protested, knowing I was on the verge of giving in to urges that were dangerous.
It’s only her second time. You can’t just attack…
Why the fuck not?
I was already moving to grab onto her hips so I could stop her sinuous movements and perhaps, just perhaps, regain some control over myself. Before I could do anything, Demi kissed me in a way that turned instantly needy and messy. Above our moans, I could hear the wet sounds our mouths were making.
“Demi…”
“Dorian, please. Please, I need-”
I moaned at that, dragging her up further. I knew damned well what my girl needed and even though I might not survive giving it to her, my body was determined to please her.
Nearly blind from the need, I raised her higher, kissing my way down her chest and not stopping until I had sucked her nipple right into my mouth.
“Dorian!” Demi choked, jerking on top of me so hard that she made my back slam into the seat .
“Mmm,” I hummed, eyes closed while I suckled her and took in the feel of her nipple, hard against my tongue. My hands slid up her thighs, pleasure warring with the pain inside me. The sounds of sex filled the back of that limo. All that was missing was slapping flesh and the mere thought of being inside her was enough to make more pain slash across my mind.
I flicked her nipple with my tongue, drowning in her moans and sliding one hand up her skirt. I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop.
I kept going until my fingers brushed against what felt like ridiculously small panties.
Lord help me, they were barely covering her ass.
I wanted to flip her over and stare, right before leaning down and nibbling lightly on the perfect ass cheek that was now in my hand. I squeezed down on her ass hard, my other hand coming up and pulling her dress completely down so I could get at her other tit.
Demi all but shoved it into my mouth the moment I got close enough. “Dorian, damn it,” she whimpered. I tugged lightly on her nipple with my lips. “Touch me. Just touch me.”
I sat up, wrapped one arm around her wriggling body and slipped my other hand down into her panties. They really weren’t covering much. Seriously, they might as well have been a thong.
“You want me to make you come. Don’t you?” I asked, kissing my way up her throat. Demi nodded her head frantically. I felt the movement against the side of my face and I couldn’t hold back the vicious smile that broke free.
“Tell me I’m the only one that does this to you,” I whispered, not even recognizing my own voice anymore. I licked the shell of her ear and nipped at it.
“You know you are. Please.”
I groaned, sliding my fingers all the way down. The moment they came in contact with her, I went frantic, the feel of her bare, smooth, and fucking soaked lips tearing at me.
“Oh my God. Dorian!”
“Holy shit, baby,” I grunted, swirling my fingers around her swollen lips.
“Dorian, I can’t…shit, I…”
“You’re so sexy,” I told her, pulling back to stare at her face as my fingers found her clit. Demi rocked her hips into my hand, her clit throbbing against my fingers.
“Dorian,” she moaned, either not knowing what she did to me when she did that, or not caring. The sound of my name leaving her like that was too much. Too fucking much.
My voice grated against my throat, the fires inside me scourging the flesh in a way that might never heal. “You’re so wet for me. Shit, girl.”
“Dorian, it’s so…Oh God, that’s so good,” Demi gasped.
She sounded awed.
Owned.
Fucking sublime in her surrender.
“Has anyone ever made you come?” I asked, teeth bared with rage at the thought. I already knew the answer but I still needed to hear her say it. The possibility made me murderous. I feared the visions of blood that stomped through my head.
And if she had come, nothing would fucking compare to what I had planned for her.
Nothing.
Demi shook her head ‘no’, her facial expression knocking the air out of me. Someway, somehow, this young girl was going to be the best sex of my damned li
fe.
I could feel it.
“You’ve never come before? At all?”
“Once,” she answered, her eyes rolling back when I pressed my finger into her clit.
I moaned, knowing what that answer meant. “Oh fuck. You made yourself come, didn’t you?”
“I was thinking about you,” Demi panted, her lips brushing across mine.
Desire was a ridiculous and inconsequential label. It would never suffice, would never be enough to describe what I felt for her. Hunger was just as paltry of a term.
Greed was the only thing that came close.
She was mine. Only mine.
She would be mine for as long as I could have her. And I knew how long that was. I knew, deep down, how far I’d go to make that happen.
How far I’d go to keep it that way.
“Did you come hard, huh baby?” I breathed, teasing her entrance.
Teasing myself.
“You know I fucking did,” she breathed, undulating her hips and trying to get me inside her.
Not yet, baby. Not until you bare it all to me.
“Why?” I asked audaciously, spreading my fingers and rubbing each of her lips. Denying her as much as I was denying myself.
“You know damned well why. Dorian,” she growled, teeth bared.
All lioness ready to strike.
Ready to claim.
All fucking mine.
It was in there. All of it. Each strand of animalistic instinct that had been lying dormant within her.
Waiting for me.
I was going to unravel. Unravel and rebuild until it was me her very fabric consisted of. Until nothing but me stained her logic, her existence, every fucking moment of her life.
“Tell me. Tell me what I was doing to you while you were fantasizing about me,” I demanded, letting one finger ghost across her pulsating flesh.
“You…you…oh fuck, you were licking me,” she confessed on a broken whisper, her body bowing to my will.
“Holy fuck, baby girl,” I gasped, my finger sliding into her on one long thrust. My dick weeped, envy running through its veins and replacing the burning blood that had been filling it. Pre-cum leaked out of me, sticky and provoking against my dress pants.
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