Tell Me You Want Me (Search and Seduce, #2)(33)

“I thought I was succeeding at my training?” she asked, lifting up to her elbows and looking at him from beneath her lashes. She was spread out, posed on his bed like a goddess ready to be taken. And he was an animal ready to dirty her up. Just like last time. Just like the time in the woods. Just like every time he saw her.

Oh yeah. He wanted to dirty her up again and again.

And he didn’t care what that made him. Didn’t care what it would feel like when she was through with him and walked away. He just wanted her. Because every single second he spent with her made it harder to keep his hands off her. Harder to keep his mind set that she was just another upper-class, uptight rich girl.

“You are succeeding at your training,” he said and leaned over the bed, putting his fists on either side of her pink-tipped toes. Her eyes sparkled as he moved closer, slowly stalking up her body like a lion hovering over its prey. That’s what he felt like—an animal. And this sweet piece of meat was his. He was going to gorge himself until he couldn’t see straight.

“W-what are you training me for now?” she asked breathlessly.

“Pain.” He leaned down and took a big bite of her fleshy calf.

She gasped but didn’t flinch. Uh-huh. So she liked the sting. Liked a bit of pain. Liked it rough. Then he was going to deliver until he was satisfied with her screams of pleasure. His lips felt electrified, primed to kiss each place where he nipped her.

“You need to know your limits.” He traveled a little higher and bit just above her knee, then lightly kissed that same spot.

She didn’t gasp this time. She moaned and spread those long legs wider. That sexy black lace covered the one place he was slowly getting addicted to. He wanted to rip it off of her, but this was her design. He’d respect that and work around it. Because there was no way he was leaving her body long enough for her to take it off.

“I can handle a lot,” she assured with a sexy promise in her voice.

“I believe you, princess. But your version of ‘a lot’ and my version of ‘a lot’ are different.”

He climbed up and nipped her stomach. She reached between them and grabbed his cock.

“I know you have a lot to handle.” She stroked him once. “And I assure you again, I can handle it.”

She was feisty and playing back, and he was ready to meet that challenge.

“If you say so,” he said.

She rose up to her hands, and he straddled her lower stomach. She was an offering. His offering. He unsnapped her bra. Thank God it was a front clasp. The bra fell down her arms and away behind her.

He cupped her perfect breasts together and thrust his cock between them.

Her mouth opened, and she bent enough to lick the tip of his cock as he nudged through her cleavage.

She was a dream. A sexy, up-for-anything dream.

He pinched her nipples and continued to thrust between her milky cleavage while her hot little tongue lapped at the head. It was heaven between her breasts, but the sight of her excitement had him ready to explode.

He had to be inside of her. Couldn’t wait.

He reached to the bedside table, grabbed a condom, and put it on. He grabbed her leg, tossed it over his shoulder, and impaled her in one long thrust.

“Oh God!” She fell to her back and grabbed the sheets. “Deep!” she said when he dragged his cock out of her and returned with another hard pound.

“Know your limits,” he reminded. But he was having a hard time talking around clenched teeth. Because she was hot and tight, and he was ready to blow from wanting her so bad.

She nodded, her eyes squeezed tight. Almost as tight as her sheath. Little spasms were already humming from her. She was close? Already? Hell, she must have gotten off on sucking him, which made pride soar through him.

“I told you,” she said around a gasp when he thrust again. “I can handle you.”

“You sure about that?” He grabbed her other leg and placed it over his shoulder. Her knees by his face and her sweet core squeezing him, he gripped her hips and pulled her against him as he pumped even deeper.

“Oh! God! Dex…Dex!” She reached out and scratched her nails down his abs as he f*cked her hard. He loved the sting of her touch and the sound of her cries. Loved burying himself deep inside. He had seen her walk into a room calm and composed. Seen her with her hair done up perfectly in pressed dresses. And now he got to see her like this. Wild hair, nearly naked, clothes in disarray while she screamed his name. And there wasn’t a damn thing composed about her. He loved it. Felt like he was in a special club of one that got to experience her this way.

It’d been clear to him the night he’d met her that she was looking for an adventure. That she wasn’t used to these kinds of encounters.

So what if she was slumming with him? He’d show her how the guy nobody wanted forever could be the guy everyone needed for one night.

Her body relaxed, her pleasure taking over, and Dex reveled in it. He felt her come around him hard. She jerked and spasmed and called his name through the whole thing.

But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t done with her yet, and he wouldn’t let her be done with him.

“Come on, princess,” he said around clenched teeth, warding off his own release. “Give me one more. I wanna feel you come again.”

“I don’t know if I…oh God, I don’t want it to ever stop,” she breathed, her hot core locking down on him, sucking him deeper. She was in a ball of bliss. Bliss he was giving her.