Her breath hitches. “Oh, I don’t…”
“I have protection.” I move away and grab a condom from my wallet.
I drop it on the nightstand and kiss my brat some more to calm down.
“Fuck,” I growl, palming both of her tits.
She moans as my thumbs flick her hard nipples.
“Every inch of you is made for me. How did I get so lucky to find you?”
“You didn’t find me, you ran me over.”
“That’s an exaggeration. And let’s be thankful that you’re unscathed. I can’t promise you’ll be intact and sane in a few minutes.”
If I last that long.
I lower my mouth to her right tit and suck the nipple while slipping my hand low to stroke the drenched slit between her legs.
“Oh, fuck.” Her back arches right off the top of the bed.
A darker side to my voice takes over, one I haven’tused in a very long time. I groan against her lips, “Spread your fucking legs for me and show me how wet you are.”
She obeys, and I decide I might never want to leave this room. She runs a finger through tight, glistening folds, and I join in brushing my thumb against her throbbing clit. But I can’t stop there.
I take two fingers and dip them into her wet heat. “So fucking tight.”
She whimpers, riding my hand.
I push my drenched fingers into her mouth. “Suck, baby. Taste how wet you get for me. For some man you met on the street and invited to your bed to fuck you senseless.”
“Please,” she moans. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” I growl, looking down at her hungry gaze. “I want to make this tight cunt climax all over my hand first.”
With my fingers moving in and out of her, and my mouth drenching her nipples, Scarlett cries out and comes so hard that her hips buck and her legs shake.
Her cunt strangles my fingers and soaks my hand.
It hits me, I won’t be the same man walking out of here tonight. This woman will break me all over again. I feel the addiction crawling through my veins, tempting me to want more. More of a high. More of her.
I should stop, but that’s not what addicts do…
Chapter 6
Scarlett
An embarrassing moan breaks from my throat as I come all over Cormac’s hand.
I feel raw, wrung out, and filthy. But I love it.
He’s beautifully inked, positioning himself on his knees to take me. Every muscle flexes when he moves. Glowing skin stretched tight over hard muscle. He rescued me tonight, but he looks like he’s built to destroy.
And I’m studying to save lives. They say opposites attract. I’m never going to see him again. So long as he makes me mindless and leaves me unscathed.
Who am I kidding? I’m not making it out of this bed in one piece. Not with my sanity.
Not from that beautiful dick. He’s thick with sexy veins and a length that will destroy me. It’s the kind of tool between a man’s legs used to get what he wants. And to fuck a woman into submission.