Page 2 of Reckless Woman
My traitorous core starts to throbs. “Stop with the distraction! You brought me here for a reason.”
“Yes, to fuck some good into this place.”
“I don’t believe you.”
His fingers brush against my slit and I bite out a moan.
“It wasn’t the original plan, but I like corrupting shit.”
“Damn you for being so good at it…” I trail off with another moan as he slides my panties to the side and drives a finger deep inside me.
“That, and other things.” His hot breath is spicing up my jaw, trailing kisses toward my mouth.
“You’re a manipulative bastard, Joseph Grayson,” I rasp, clenching, sucking him deeper into the soft whirlpool of my pussy. I’ve fallen so far so fast these last couple of years, but his sin is the only place I want to land. “You have me right where you want me, so now what?”
His dark blond stubble grazes my skin in delicious torment. “First, I’m going to bend you over the hood of this Dodge and fuck you so hard you’ll be tasting gas fumes for the rest of the day.”
Holy shit.
“What else?” Still impaled on his finger, I reach up with a trembling hand and remove his sunglasses. I’m blasted with twin rays of hungry, gray-blue steel for the privilege. This bad man wants to do bad things to me. He wants to fuck me whole again. We’re like a perfect symmetry of sexual attraction…
If it wasn’t for that stupid instinct-thing again.
There may not be a breeze today, but I sense the changing winds in him, regardless. What he wants to make here isn’t love, it’s something harsher…Hungrier. When his finger starts pumping in and out of my body, it’s to a brutal rhythm.
“You think you’re such a shit-hot seducer,” I whisper, tipping my head back.
He growls in response. “You didn’t let me finish.” One finger becomes two, and then three—stretching me wide open for him. “After we’re done, I’ll be keeping your legs spread to watch you mess the paintwork.”
My breath catches. “What then?”
“I’ll be pushing my cum back inside you to keep you wet and thinking about me for the rest of the day.”
“I only ever think about you.”
Our mouths crash together, demanding all the sex and all the violence. A beat later, he’s making good on one half of his promise, and pushing me up against the hood of the Dodge. My skirt’s already bunched up around my waist. My panties are lying torn and discarded in the dirt.
“Do it,” I whisper as he lifts me up, giving him the permission he seeks from me every time.
In response, he wraps my legs around his waist and slams into me so hard I damn near ricochet off the side of the vehicle.
Locking my arms around his neck, I hold on tight as he pounds dents into the vehicle’s bodywork and unspoken emotions into my pussy.
Rage.
Frustration.
Pain.
This is us.All of us.With no frills and sweet words—just this rule-breaking, mind-bending screwing that smashes our bruised and broken souls together with the force of a thousand wrecking balls.
“Oh god!”
“Fucking feel me,Luna.”
He’s jackhammering into me now, splitting me in two. Taking me so damn hard, I’ll be walking sore tomorrow.
He has me where he wants in no time—sliding me so fast toward the edge of that cliff, I imagine ripped and bloody fingernails in my head. Some men can play with you for hours, with a finish as tedious as the main event. Joseph creates voodoo magic in minutes, making me crave him harder, faster, dirtier…