“Whoa there, princess,” he said, cupping her face. “What are you doing?”
She frowned. “I’m trying to make love to you.” Her eyes got wide, and she looked down, as if a haze cleared in her mind. “Am I going about this wrong?”
Ah, shit. She looked on the brink of embarrassment and panic, and that wasn’t what he wanted. Was this when she would pull away? Actually, he’d expected her to blush and push him away as soon as he’d given her an orgasm. She’d fall asleep, and he’d deal with his cock himself. In the morning, they’d never speak again.
But she was on top of him now…wanting more. Maybe she was delirious. He needed to remind her what this was.
“You’re doing everything right. I just thought that it would be better if we didn’t fuck.”
“Why?” she asked bluntly.
Dex was never one to dance around the truth, so he replied equally bluntly. “Well, for starters, you call it ‘making love.’”
“Oh, as opposed to your colorful language of ‘fucking?’” She sat up to air quote the last word, and Dex couldn’t help but smile. She was sassy, and even sitting up straight with perfect posture and him between her legs, the bastard in him couldn’t help but love it.
Part of him got a high from being the bad decision in an otherwise spotless record. And Michelle was spotless all right.
“I thought you were capable of delivering a rough and wild tumble,” she said, quoting his line from earlier. “Or was that just big talk?” She moved her hips enough to run that sweet core of hers along his dick. “Sure would be a shame if your talk was the only big thing about you.”
Oh, that did it.
With a growl, he slapped her ass in both hands, clamped down hard, and spun her onto her back. He lay down on the sleeping bag, pulled her beneath him, and with one hand, yanked down her jeans.
“You know what happens to sweet girls who get mouthy?” he asked.
Her big blue eyes were wide with excitement as she shook her head. He pulled out a condom from a small pocket on his pants and ripped it open with his teeth.
“You get what you ask for,” he finished.
He opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and covered himself in record time.
“Promise?” she asked with a wicked smile.
That was all it took. She was baiting him, and he was hooked.
He gripped her hips and thrust inside her. Hard.
She screamed, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. She was so tight. Hot and wet. He pulled all the way out and thrust back in.
She clawed at his back, begging for more. Just the sound of his name on her lips made him crazed. This was what got him off. Corrupting a poor little rich girl. It was probably fucked up of him to think that, but that’s what it came down to. Because in that moment, they were equals. She wanted him. Maybe not tomorrow when she realized just how out of his league she was. But in that moment, she wanted him. And that made him thrive.
“Oh God, yes, Dex,” she cried.
“Louder, princess,” he demanded between gritted teeth. “No one will hear you way out here. Make me believe it.” He fucked her harder and harder. The sound of his skin slapping against hers rang out into the night.
“More!” she cried louder. “Don’t stop!”
“That a girl. Let me hear you scream.”
He grunted like an animal, rutting and taking her with every ounce of strength he had. This woman was fine, clean perfection, and right now, she was at his mercy, on the ground being fucked well and begging for more.
He was stunned when she lifted herself up and threw her arms around his neck, jerking him in for a kiss. Her lips were soft but begging. Her delicate brows drew together, her eyes squeezed tight, and she kissed him.
Like she meant it.
He closed his eyes and kissed her back.
Just for a second. A quick sweep of his tongue to take in her taste. Her need. He broke it quickly, because in that kiss, he’d gone still. Stopped the crazed movement and simply lost himself in her sweet mouth.
No, this was fucking. Not anything more than that. And it was time to get back to it.
Breaking away, he flipped her over to her hands and knees.
“Still interested in rough and dirty, princess?”
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Yes, please.”
Her perfect ass was high in the air, her * pink and wet from his thrashing, and the glimpse of firelight over her sweet skin made him want to go off right then from the sight.
He needed a taste. Just a quick one. He bent down and ran his tongue along her soft core, and holy fucking Christ, was she sweet.
“Oh! Oh my…yes!” She wasn’t just turned on; she was turned up. She arched and pushed against him, silently begging for more. Just like she had been all night with her little shifting hips and roaming hands. She liked what he was giving her. And Dex liked that he was the one who gave it.
Pulling away before he got too lost, he gripped her hips and plunged deep into the paradise his tongue had just been in.