“Hot f**king girl.” His palm connected with a firm strike. “Make me hard in public?”
Another strike of his hand. When he once again soothed the spot by stroking it in circles, she shook her head. “S-stop. I like it…the burn.”
His hand ceased its movement. “Is that right?”
“Yes.”
Rough hands grasped her shoulders and propelled her away from the door. Within seconds, she found herself bent over at the waist, elbows resting on the small dining table placed in the corner of the room. She knew what was coming and braced herself for it. Any second now he would spank her harder than before, no holding back. She couldn’t wait. Wanted it so bad.
A knock sounded at the door. “Pizza delivery.”
For long, torturous seconds, neither one of them moved. No sounds could be heard in the room save their harsh breathing. Oh God, he’s going to stop. No, no—
Slap.
Lucy screamed.
Chapter Four
When Sasha screamed his name, Matt slipped a little closer toward insanity. Who the hell was this girl? What was she doing to him?
He’d heard the knock on the door, knew the right thing to do would be to answer it, pay the man and end what he’d unwisely started with her. If he wasn’t careful, he’d become addicted to her. Hell, he might already be halfway there. She hadn’t shied away from him, hadn’t looked at him with fear or disgust. Only an insatiable need for more. A need that possibly even matched his own. The trust she continued to show him, not holding anything back…it had drawn the very thing out of him he’d worked for years to keep under wraps. He couldn’t control it around her. More, she didn’t want him to. Christ, she was breathtaking.
When he’d heard another man’s voice so close to her, where she’d stood naked and vulnerable, his first instinct hadn’t been to cover her up. Or put a stop to what would undoubtedly end with him buried in her sweet body. No. His instinct had been to claim her, in a way that any male in the vicinity knew who the f**k she belonged to. It came on so powerful and swift that he couldn’t deny it or hold back. So he’d raised his hand and spanked her so hard he could still make out his handprint. He’d wanted her to scream loud enough to shake the rafters. He’d wanted everyone to hear it.
Now, though, he waited, heart beating in his throat. This is where she would scramble for her clothes, crying, shouting through her tears for him to stay away. Any second now she would shatter him. This brave, amazing girl had been willing to trust him and he’d pushed too hard. He’d let his need to touch her block everything else out.
He held his breath as Sasha tossed back her strawberry-blond curls, meeting his eyes over her shoulder. Her lips were damp and parted, eyes smoky. Magnificent. His c**k swelled so huge against his belly he had to support himself with a hand on the table. “Again, Matt.”
His forehead dropped down onto her back with a groan. She can’t be real. Part of him wished like hell she hadn’t just given him permission to go further, because he’d be incapable of stopping now. This is when his appetite turned dangerous, where the last vestiges of his control went down the drain. She didn’t, couldn’t, know what she was getting into. When another more tentative knock came from the door, she worked her ass in circles on his lap, as if he needed any more encouragement to ignore the intrusion.
Slap. Slap. Her answering moan caused a hot, deep clenching in his belly. He needed to take her now. The need raged inside him like a hurricane. With a twist of his wrist, he ripped the light-pink panties from her body, jaw clenching when she only arched her back. In anticipation? God, he hoped so. Stopping now could very well kill him.
Matt inserted his foot between her ankles and forced her legs wide, then thrust two fingers into her damp opening. So goddamn tight.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow. From me. From how I’m about to f**k you. Every time you walk, sit, or stand, you’re going to think of me.”
“Yes. Please. I will.”
Ass reddened by his hand, thighs spread in welcome, she had to be the most erotic sight he’d ever laid eyes on. Possession gripped him around the throat as he took the condom from his wallet, unbuttoned his jeans fully and rolled the latex down his sensitive length. He took his c**k in his hand and rubbed the head against her clit, savoring the little whimpering noises she made in her throat, watching as her hips began to shake. He started to ease inside her, but something stopped him. It felt too impersonal, taking her this way after the trust she’d shown him. He wanted to look at her, see her face when he entered her for the first time.
Quickly, he turned her, something foreign flooding his chest when he saw her flushed face, her passion-glazed eyes. Yes, this is what he wanted. This felt right. She was impatient, too, he realized. Her throaty groan of frustration had Matt dragging her close, stripping her shirt off over her head so he could watch her pink-tipped br**sts bounce. Supporting himself on the table with one hand, he hefted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
“Take me deep, Sasha. I can’t wait any longer to f**k you. I need you.”
Something akin to panic flared in her eyes just as he drove into her with a hard upward thrust. “Matt—”
Then it was gone, as though he’d imagined it. Hidden behind her expression of shocked pleasure. His vision swam when he finally managed to shift his hips enough to bury himself to the hilt. Never. He’d never felt anything like her. She squeezed every inch of him like a vise, already beginning to contract, milking him before he’d even moved.
“Oh…oh my God. Matt.”
He spoke through clenched teeth. “Tell me when you’ve gotten used to me.”
“N-now. I’m…now.” Fingernails sinking into his shoulders, she dug her heels into the flesh of his ass and started writhing against his lap in midair. Fuck. He nearly came then and there, just from the sight of her. Head thrown back, lithe body undulating in quick circles designed to short-circuit his brain. Her pu**y held him in such a tight grip, he knew her body couldn’t have accommodated him so easily, but she kept moving nonetheless, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as if the pressure between her legs were the only conscious part of her world.
Matt took her ass in his hands, lifting her and slamming her back down onto his cock. “You like when it hurts a little, baby?”
Her breath shuddered out. “I-I like the way you do it.”
His growl caused her eyes to pop open. Not in fear, but with excitement. It let loose something inside him, something he’d never felt. It took over, commanding his body for him. Before he could register his own actions, he dragged her down onto the floor, flipped her over and entered her from behind. “These thighs were made to be spread for a man. This man. Open them wider. Now.”
“Yes.”
His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, drawing her head back until she cried out. Some untapped part of him craved authority over her, going hand in hand with his dictation of her body’s responses. He needed her to recognize it. “Yes, please.”
“Please!”
Matt drove into her, over and over, the sound of slapping bodies and wild moans filling the room. Her body counteracted each movement of his own perfectly, all wet friction and tight strokes of flesh. He watched as the shaking started in her shoulders and moved down her back. He wanted to make her release powerful, needed her to associate pleasure with him for the rest of her life. His fingers traced over her pumping hip to massage her clit, speeding up as her movements grew jerky and desperate.