by Aubrey Irons
I should stop this.
I should send her away, or drop her some place in fucking North Dakota where she can just disappear.
She moans, and the rest of my restraint shatters.
Nothing is going to keep me from claiming her though. Nothing is going to stop me from sinking my cock into that sweet pussy that I could taste for days.
I won’t be gentle.
I said it half to make her gasp like she did, but half to level with her. I’m not that guy. I’m not going to make love to her and be all tender.
I’m going to fuck her.
I’m going to make her come harder than she’s ever come before. Forget her running away again, I’m going to make her come so hard she can’t even walk. I’m going to have her shattering on my cock, begging me for more.
And then I’m really going to give it to her.
My mouth devours her neck, lips and teeth sucking and biting hard on her neck.
Marking her as mine.
She whimpers urgently beneath me, her body undulating and arching against me. I can feel how soaking wet and hot she is, her pussy pressed right against the length of my cock through my boxer-briefs. I grind into her, making her feel every inch of me.
A promise of what’s to come.
I don’t just want her panting for this. I don’t just want her wet. I want her begging. I want her so dripping wet that she leaves a fucking puddle on my couch.
I want to tattoo the memory of me filling her for the first time inside her head. I want any man that comes after me to feel like a pale imitation.
She rocks her hips to meet mine, hands clawing down my back as I grind my thick erection against her. Her legs are spread and wide, clamped around my hips as I feel her pussy soaking my cock through the cotton of my briefs.
But I want to feel her.
I pull away and stand, watching her chest rising and falling with her breath - her neck and her collarbone peppered red and purple from my lips and my teeth.
Good.
Her eyes go wide as I hook my thumbs into my shorts, and when I drop them, her mouth opens a little, her pulse beating thick in the hollow of her neck. I wrap my hand around my shaft and grin as I pump the length, stepping back and sitting on the couch.
I reach for her, making her squeal as I pull her into my lap, leg astride my hips and that sweet pussy hovering just above my cock. She groans as I let the head slip over her lips, nudging against her clit and making her shiver.
It occurs to me that I’m not wearing a condom. It occurs to me how batshit insane it would be to keep going without one.
But it also occurs to me that I couldn’t give less of a shit about that right now. The need for her is consuming. It’s everything, and the obsession of feeling her sinking down every inch of me has me possessed.
I rock my hips up, this time letting the head of my cock nestle right between her lips. She gasps, her eyes flying to mine, and for a second, I wonder if she’s just had the same reservation. But when she looks me dead in the eye, bites her lip, and starts to push down, I can tell she’s had the same thought process I did.
My hands move up her thighs, grabbing her hips possessively. I pull her down onto me, every damn inch of my cock filling her in one thrust.
She cries out, her fingers digging into my skin, her thighs fighting on my hips, and her pussy gripping me impossibly tight. She’s like heaven and silk, her slick, velvety walls milking me tightly and making my damn toes curl. My head spins, and I grit my teeth, luxuriating in the feel of her before I open my eyes and lock them right on hers.
My hands find her wrists, and she moans as I grab them, pulling them away from my body and holding them tight at the small of her back. She’s so much smaller than me, and her waist is so thin that my hands are able to wrap around and hold both it and her wrists, holding her firmly.
My cock pulses inside of her as I grip her tight and lift her up. She moans deeply, her chest arched towards me, nipples hard and erect, and I drop my mouth to them, sucking them hungrily. I pull her down, plunging balls-deep in that sweet, perfect pussy and making her scream. My tongue swirls over a nipple, teeth nipping at it as I hold her tight and start to slide her up and down on my lap.
And I meant every word I said.
I’m not gentle, and I don’t go slow. I fuck her, growling into her nipples and then her lips, my fingers digging into her skin and our hips slamming together as she rides me.
And tonight, this good girl plays very bad.
She moans like a girl possessed for me - her head flung back, her hair wild, her chest heaving, her hips undulating and rocking to meet mine. I let go of her wrists, my hands grabbing her tight little ass possessively, the other sliding up into her hair and pulling hard. Sierra cries out, her pussy gripping me even tighter and her bouncing getting rougher and more urgent as I sink my teeth into her tender exposed neck.
I roll us over, never pulling out of her and loving the way her breath catches before her back hits the couch. I yank her legs up, ankles at my shoulders and her body doubled up as I start to fuck her with deep, hard thrusts. Her moans turn into these high-pitched, achingly sexy cries of pleasure that fill my loft and have me drowning in them - my cock getting even harder at the sound of her pleasure.
I grit my teeth and go harder, and deeper, and it’s like she’s insatiable. It’s like I can’t give her enough, or be rough enough, or dominant enough, because every time I think I’ve hit her limit, she begs me to go faster, or harder, or her hands claw at my hips as if trying to pull me all the way inside of her.
It seems I’ve underestimated this girl.
And I’m starting to lose control.
It all becomes a blur - my cock sheathing bare inside of her heat again and again, her ankles digging into my shoulders, her hands clawing at my arms and my chest and her moans dragging me under. I grind deep inside and dip my mouth to her neck, letting my teeth graze her ear.
“Come for me.”
She screams.
Her whole body fucking detonates under me, her back arching high off the couch, her pussy gripping me tight and her arms wrapping around me and yanking me against her.
And I let go.
I roar as I rock deep inside of her and feel myself explode, my cock throbbing and pulsing again and again as I fill her with every single thing I have, until we’re panting, slowing, and finally coming to a shuddered stop.
My vision clouds, my head spins, and my world turns upside down.
Because somehow, I’ve just had the best goddamn sex of my life.
And I want fucking more.
Chapter Nineteen
Sierra
My heart’s racing when I finally come down, something that feels like electricity sizzling through my body.
I can’t believe I did that.
And yet, at the same time, I can’t believe how hot it was. I’m staring at Connor, his chest heaving as his body coils on the other side of the couch from me. My eyes trace over the hard lines and deep grooves of his body - the muscles rippling beneath skin - skin and muscle that just made me feel things I’ve never even imagined.
Because I know what I just did was wrong, and insane, and probably some sort of Stockholm syndrome thing I’ll be talking to a therapist about later. But for now, there’s only one thought in my head about it: what just happened was hands down, no question, the best sex of my life.
Nothing I’ve ever experienced even comes close to the unbridled, totally unhinged and uninhibited whatever that was that he and I just did. I’ve never been taken like that. No one’s ever made me theirs like he just did, or dominated me completely until I was drowning in the sweet release of it all.
Connor uncoils from the couch, stretching as he stands. He turns his eyes sparking something hungry as he drags them over my own nude form.
“Drink?”
I swallow, nodding. “Yeah.”
“Vodka?”
I make a face. “Ugh, pass.”
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��Not in the arson mood?”
I give him a wry smile.
“Whiskey if you have it.”
“Sweetheart, I’m Boston Irish, born and raised in Southie. I’d have to give my membership card back if I didn’t have whiskey.”
He grabs a bottle of something nice looking and two glasses from his bar cart against the wall and strides back over - totally naked and totally not seeming to even care.
I blush as my eyes drink him in, devouring every inch of his perfect, sculpted man’s body.
God, he’s fucking gorgeous, in this dark, scarred, masculine way. My eyes drop to his cock, still half hard between his muscled thighs - thick, and still slick from what we did. I swallow the blush from my face, feeling my body respond and feeling the tingling wetness bloom between my legs.
God, what is wrong with me?
I’ve had good sex before, but I’ve never sat there ogling a dick after the fact.
Hungering for more.
Obsessing over it.
I shake my head, blushing all over again as I realize he’s holding a glass out to me.
“Something catch your eye?”
My face burns.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed, you know.”
“I’m not,” I say quickly.
“You’re blushing.”
And of course, I only blush harder.
“Why don’t you get a closer look.”
Heat flushed through me as my brows shoot up at his words.
“Oh, I-”
His hand wraps around his cock as it starts to throb harder and harder.
Fuck.
I’m so wet, and I want so much more of him, even if he’s just made me come harder than I’ve ever come before.
He moves closer, standing in front of me as I sit on the couch with my legs tucked under me. I look up, meeting his eyes and feeling the throb of heat there.
“Open your mouth, princess,” he growls.
I swallow, my eyes going wide as the heat roars through me.
“Open those sweet lips of yours.”
His hand goes to my jaw, cupping it and running his thumb over my cheek. It traces lower, over my lips, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m opening them and sucking his thumb inside.
“Good girl,” he growls.
I whimper, and I suck his thumb harder, swirling my tongue over it as our eyes lock. He moves closer, pumping his cock as he withdraws his thumb.
“I-”
I eye his cock, still slick from us. I glance up, meeting his eyes again.
“Open your mouth, princess,” he growls again softly.
The rest of my hesitation falls away, and I open my lips and wrap them around his cock. I shiver as I slide my mouth over him, tasting the mix of his saltiness and my sweetness. It’s so damn dirty, and nothing I’ve ever done before. And it makes me feel so filthy in the best possible way.
I moan as I swirl my tongue over him, tasting us even more and inhaling more of him into my mouth. I can feel the throb of desire jolt through me, the heat pooling between my legs as I suck him. His hand tightens in my hair as he groans, throwing his head back.
“Fuck, just like that, sweetheart.”
I moan louder, spurred by his words. I suck more of him into my mouth, reaching up to run my hands over the grooves of his hips and abs, and feeling my head spin.
God, he’s such a man. So cut, so chiseled and carved from marble.
I move my hand to his shaft, my small fingers not even touching as I curl them around his thickness. I stroke him as I swirl my tongue over his head, moaning louder now as I squeeze my thighs together.
“Spread your legs,” he growls.
I glance up, shivering as his eyes burn into me.
He nods. “Let me see how wet you are.”
I whimper, moving onto my knees on the couch, sitting back on my heels with my legs spread. He pulls away from me, stroking his cock as he eyes me hungrily.
“Touch yourself.”
I blush, biting my lip. There’s something about the demanding way he commands and the way he directs me - the edge in his voice. All of it has me more turned on and wetter than I’ve ever been.
Slowly, I drop my hand down my body, teasing over my belly and moving lower between my thighs.
He’s right. I’m soaking wet, and I whimper as my fingers trace over my slippery lips.
“Nice and wet,” he says softly, making me whimper.
“Show me.”
I moan, lifting my fingers away. He pulls my hand up, his eyes locked on mine as he brings my fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
Holy fuck.
I’m in over my head. I’m drowning in the rawness of this man. This is so far beyond anything I’ve ever done before, and I’m loving it. I feel so dirty, and like his princess at the same time.
He pushes my hand back down, stroking his cock as he steps towards me again.
“Play with that pussy, baby girl,” he groans, and I moan.
I open my mouth and suck him inside, moaning as I play with my clit, feeling him throb in my mouth. His hands gather my hair in a ponytail, holding it tight as I bob up and down his thick cock.
Connor’s groaning and I can feel myself start to tense.
He pulls away, gritting his teeth and sucking in air before he grins wickedly at me. He turns and sits on the couch next to me, and I gasp as he pulls me into his lap again. My legs spread, falling on either side of his hips, and I can feel the head of his cock pushing against my opening. Hands grab my ass tightly - possessively - and start to pull me down onto him.
I whimper as I start to sink down, his hands holding me tightly as he rocks his hips up to bury every inch of his length inside.
“Fuck yes,” I gasp, my hands dropping to his chest and clawing at his skin as I feel him throb deep inside of me.
His hands cup my ass, lifting me up until just the head is inside before he pulls me back down, filling me to the brim with his thickness. I cry out as he does it again, slowly sliding me off of him before driving into the hilt in one stroke. His powerful hands grab me, and his arm muscles strain and ripple as he starts to bounce me up and down on his lap, fucking me so deliciously.
We start to move faster, this dominant, powerful man pumping me up and down on his cock like I weigh nothing at all. His mouth drops to my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there and making me cry out. My nipples drag over his chest, and my hands slide into the back of his hair, holding him to my neck as I bounce on his cock and let myself start to fall.
My body starts to crumble and shatter, and when I feel his fingers tighten on my skin and feel his rumbling groan vibrate through my whole body, it all starts to explode.
The climax comes exploding out of nowhere. I scream into his shoulder, his cock still driving into me mercilessly as I come like an avalanche on him. Connor groans, pumping into me, his hand tight on my hips before he drives in deep and roars. I gasp as I feel him pulsing hot inside of me as my body tumbles all over again.
Two days ago, I was taken.
Two days ago, the Sierra I used to know was kidnapped from the life she was drowning in and thrown head first into this new one. And I’m not sure who this new version of her is exactly, what the hell is wrong with her that she’s here having the best sex of her life with the dangerous, dark, dominating stranger who took her away from that life…
But I like this new version.
A lot.
Chapter Twenty
Sierra
I close my eyes and groan, letting the whiskey tease down my throat as I sink back into the couch.
Connor chuckles, and I feel his weight shift next to me.
“You okay?”
I laugh as I open my eyes and meet his. I tuck my legs under me, biting my lip.
“Yeah, that was just…” I trail off. “Yeah.”
He grins, turning to lie back against the armrest, facing me. His legs spread, one muscled knee crooked up with hi
s arm resting on it, holding his glass of whiskey.
“You know, it’s just the service I offer to all my captives.”
I laugh, my lips spreading into a grin. “Oh yeah?”
“Totally. Much more fun with you though.”
“Oh?”
“Well, most of the people I kidnap are hairy middle-aged guys.”
I snort out a laugh as I bring my glass to my lips, sipping at it as my eyes try and peek through into him. Because there’s this light side of him, too. There’s the dark side, like just now when he was commanding me and dominating me. But I’m slowly learning the Connor who’s here sprawled nude on this couch drinking whiskey and making jokes.
I glance around, again, taking in how amazing his loft is. Distinctly masculine and yet tasteful, and full of really nice stuff. Amazing vintage furniture, framed art on the walls - even a pool table off in one far corner.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“How do you afford this place?”
“You’ve seen the neighborhood, right?”
I grin, and he smirks right back.
“Oh don’t worry, it’s ‘up and coming.’ I’m expecting a Starbucks in about twenty years.”
I smile into my drink.
“The building belongs to my organization. And the rest of it?” He shrugs. “I like nice things. I didn’t have shit growing up, and I do well, so now I do.”
I nod, sipping my drink.
“So, explain something to me.”
I raise a brow as his words.
“Explain how someone like you burns a guy’s practice room down.”
“It was a garage.”
He snorts, chuckling. “Well damn, girl.”
“I- it’s complicated.”
“I’m listening.”
I shrug. “I figured out he was cheating on me.”
“So you burned a garage down? Jesus.”
“Well, no, it’s not just the Jayson thing, I guess.”
Connor just looks at me, his face neutral, his eyes holding mine like he’s genuinely waiting to hear more.
And for whatever reason, I let it all spill.