Page 83 of Brutal
Pushing back.
Matching me.
Damn. I want to take her, use her body, force her to please me.
Instead, she’s answering, daring.
I don’t slow down.
I don’t measure.
I don’t care what this is supposed to be.
I take her mouth again, harder, deeper, cutting off anything she might say, anything I might say.
Because there’s nothing left to say. I’m all in now. And so is she.
I slide my hand under the waistband of her jeans and into her panties.
“God…” I groan into her mouth. “You’re so wet, Delaney. Fuck…”
She jerks away, but I hold fast. Her body is speaking. Her body wants this. So does she. She’s made that clear.
I pull away from her, give her the illusion of choice.
“Off. The boots. The jeans. All of it. Now.”
She sucks in a breath. “And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll do it for you, and you won’t like how I do it.”
Her eyes narrow. “You already destroyed my blouse.”
“I’m not talking about your clothes, Delaney. If you disobey me, I’ll punish you.”
She scoffs. “Punish me? Are you serious?”
I cup her cheek, thumb her soft skin. “Deadly,” I say through clenched teeth. “I’m always deadly serious.”
She shudders, but not from nerves. She’s hot. Turned on. Ready to come for me. Yet she makes no move to finish undressing.
“Fine,” I tell her. “Have it your way.” I grip her shoulders and flip her around so she’s facing the wall. Then I rip open her jeans and push them and her underwear over her hips and give her bare ass a hard slap.
She gasps but says nothing more.
I slide my fingers through her slick pussy lips and then up her ass crack. “Has anyone been in here?” I ask. “Inside this tight ass?”
No response. Only another gasp.
“I’ll take that as a no. I’ll be the first.”
But not today. Today I want her pussy. I want to feel those slick walls tighten against my hard cock.
I unzip my jeans, pull out my erection, and shove it into her wet pussy from behind.
A groan rips from her throat.
I slide my tongue over her neck, to her earlobe, give it a bite. “How does that feel? How does my hard cock feel, Delaney?”
