Page 84 of Brutal
She only groans, bracing herself against the wall and pushing back into me, as if urging me to go farther.
I pull out, aching with the loss, and plunge back in, harder this time.
Fuck, it’s like she was made for me.
“Tell me what you want,” I say into her ear. “Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and fast.”
“God, yes,” she finally wails. “Please. Fuck me.”
I pull out and thrust in again. Again. Again. “Is this what you want, you nosy little bitch? You can’t stay out of business that isn’t yours. You’re going to get hurt.” Thrust. “You’re going to get?—”
“Fuck!” she screams as a climax rips through her.
I feel every clench of her pussy walls, every shudder of her body, every moan that vibrates through her.
I feel it all. Fucking all of it.
“Yeah, you want this,” I rasp out. “You want this big dick inside you. Don’t you, little bitch? You want the beast. Beauty wants the beast.”
She cries out again, her pussy still tightening, still clenching.
And I thrust, thrust, thrust…
Until—
I pull out, turn her around to face me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, full of ecstasy. And damn, I want more. More of her. I want to taste what’s between her legs. I want my mouth on every part of her flesh. I want to suck those hard nipples, slap those breasts. I want my mark on every part of her.
“Bedroom?” I grit out.
She points to a doorway.
I heave her over my shoulder and walk toward it.
20
DELANEY
I’m still reeling from the orgasm.
From Samson’s words. His actions. The way he took control and made me helpless against his touch. Against his mouth. Against his cock.
I want more of him. All of him, apparently, because I invited him up to my apartment—my home—and now he’s carrying me like I weigh nothing.
My heart races even faster than it did during our rough sex against the wall. He throws me down on the bed and makes quick work of my boots and my jeans and thong, which are already around my ankles.
He leans down to kiss me again—hard and demanding like always. I open my mouth for him, invite him in with a groan that matches his. I slide my hands over his chest, which is still covered with the black shirt.
Damn!
I’m naked and vulnerable, and he’s still clothed except for his cock still hanging out—still hard as fucking marble—of his unzipped jeans.
He breaks away from the kiss, trailing his lips down my jawline until he reaches the hollow of my neck where he sucks, nipping at my skin every so often with sharp teeth that I know are leaving marks.
And I don’t fucking care. I really don’t.
He moves downward to my breasts, where he cups them again, not gently, and twists one nipple.
The pleasure tingles through me, landing between my legs.
