Page 75 of Twisted Road

“Anyone can see.” She whispered it to him like she was confessing a sin.

“Look around, Wildfire. We’re the tamest couple in this circle. No one is paying attention to us; they’re too busy having their own fun.”

He was tempted to order her to get her nipples ready for the jewelry, but he was already pushing her, and he wanted this to be a positive, pleasurable experience, so he massaged and kneaded her breast and then pinched and tugged on her nipple until it was a tight bead. She gave him his name on a soft moan, the one he craved hearing. He did the same to her left breast, taking his time, giving it loving attention before he clamped her.

“Love looking at you with my jewels on you. Someday, I’d like you to dance for me in our backyard wearing clamps and chains around your hips. Maybe a clit clamp.” He kissed the back of her neck and stroked his knuckles down her stomach.

“I don’t even know what that is.”

Bog. His woman. So fucking innocent. “You will, Wildfire, and you’ll love it.”

He didn’t close the edges of the flannel shirt as he once more sank back in the chair, taking her with him. Relaxing for a moment, allowing her body to adjust, to feel. He wanted every single nerve ending alive for her.

Keys caught Lyric’s hand in his and slid her palm up the inside of her thigh. He had spread her legs simply by spreading his. Heat came off her little pussy in waves. His cock hardened even more. He took a sip of beer and gathered two of her fingers in his, guiding them to her entrance.

His tongue flicked out and touched her ear, but otherwise, he didn’t appear to pay her any attention. He kept his gaze sweeping the yard, but he curled those two fingers into her pussy and began fucking her with them. Slow. Easy. Thorough. Her breath caught, but she was Lyric. She didn’t pull away and her pussy got hotter.

Keys dragged her hand up to her lips. “Open.”

She did, and he pushed her fingers into her mouth. He leaned in while she sucked them clean. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered, meaning it, and caught her earlobe between his teeth. Then he pulled her head back and took her mouth, drunk on the taste of her. He loved the way she tasted. He could spend hours devouring her. He was as addicted to eating her out as he was to fucking her.

He slid their fingers, threaded together, up the inside of her thigh. Stroking. Taking their hands right to her entrance, where she pulsed and throbbed and even pushed subconsciously toward their fingers. He let that heat grow while he took another sip of beer. Then he pushed into her again, this time aggressively. He fucked her with her fingers and then his own. Circled her clit and tapped it hard, flicking with his finger and thumb.

She moved her hips into him, and he immediately pulled their hands free and brought them to his mouth. “Feed me, baby. I’m hungry.”

She blinked up at him with her long lashes and gorgeous green eyes. When she was in a state of pure lust, her eyes looked like twin emeralds. Of her own accord, she slid her hand down to her pussy and used her fingers to collect the treasure he loved so much. When she brought her fingers to his lips, he closed his mouth around them and sucked. She hadn’t seemed to notice her shirt was completely open, and every time she moved, the nipple clamps jingled.

Her taste. He would never get enough of her no matter how long the two of them lived. “If I don’t tell you later, thank you for giving this to me, Wildfire.” He meant it. If she had never been able to get this far with him, he would still feel he was the luckiest man in the world, but her giving this to him, trying for him, made him feel as if she really did love him. Really did want him. Maybe would stay.

Once more, he slid his hand down her soft belly to her fiery curls and then deeper, needing the evidence that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He flicked her clit, tapped and spanked it gently, listening to her gasp. Fresh honey slicked his finger. The best result was the moaning of his name. Satisfaction spread like a wildfire. She was so perfect for him, and he knew with every fiber of his being that he was perfect for her.

“Babe, I need you,” she whispered. “Let’s go home.”

“We’re not going home.” He handed her a bottle of water, indicating she take a drink. He downed half a bottle of water as well. “Need to fuck you, woman, and I want to fuck you my way. Not sweet and gentle, but hard, so you feel me lodged in your throat. Right here, not home.”

She didn’t look surprised, but she did look around. He felt the difference in her right away. A slight withdrawing from him. Uncertainty. She wanted to give him everything he wanted, but she was too uncomfortable. Even if he overcame her protest, she wouldn’t have the time he wanted to give her.

Abruptly, he stood, taking her with him. He tossed her easily over his shoulder and carried her around the corner of the Torpedo Ink clubhouse on the ocean side. She let out a little yelp, but when he smacked her butt, she started to laugh. There was a narrow strip of flowers the girls had planted, and then more high grass leading to the cliff. He stopped right at the edge of the corner because his cock made it too painful for him to walk even a step farther. He lowered her to the ground.

“Turn around. Hands on the building.”

“You’re such a caveman,” she declared, complying at once.

He loved her heart-shaped ass. Loved everything about it, and when they were outdoors and that moon was shining down, he couldn’t resist her. He put one hand to the nape of her neck so she was nearly bent in half, bringing that sweet ass jutting out at him. All around them, they could hear the murmur of voices, bursts of laughter, the beat of the music, and an occasional grunt or cry as someone got off.

That just added to the forbidden, taking her when he wanted. Where he wanted. He protected her, but he was the kind of man to make his own rules. He always had. He shoved her legs wider apart with one foot as he rubbed her bottom. Those cheeks. He had such plans for her. Each time he looked at her body, new ideas took shape.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance. “Do you remember when I spanked you as a punishment?” He slid his palm over her left cheek, massaging the soft, firm skin.

“Yes.”

“You didn’t think I could make you like it, did you?” He kept rubbing. Every few moments, he would dip his fingers into her entrance. She was getting hotter. More cream. More welcome. The longer he made her wait, the more she wanted him.

“No,” she admitted.

“Let’s see if you’re right, baby,” he whispered the temptation. “I think you’re going to love what I do to you. Just because you doubted me, I may make you beg me for more before I get you off.”

He slammed his hand against her left cheek and followed up with smacking her right one. He peppered her ass with hard slaps, but all the while, he finger-fucked her, thumbing her clit and flicking it so her body was confused with the opposing sensations pouring over her.