***Faya***

 

There’s something seriously wrong with me. Most would freak out in situations like this. Break down, shut down, freeze up completely. Me? Foot in my mouth and loving the result I’m getting. I mean, how else could you put it when your body is turned on by this muscled biker that has his fingers wrapped around your neck?

His hands are all inked. I noticed before that he has thick silver rings with skulls on each finger. My eyes trail down the veins that are wrapped around his forearms. All kinds of colors and designs tattooed on his arms that are all muscle and an utter display of strength. It’s hard to breathe. Not because of the tight grip, but because of the hold he seems to have on my body.

“I can smell how much you want me.” His voice is as rough as the calluses on his hand that is sliding over my hip.

Shit. The towel fell off somewhere between standing up and being pinned against the wall. His fingers pluck my nipple, making desire shoot straight to my pussy where my clit is pulsing with joy. I moan in protest when his touch leaves my breast.

His chuckle right next to my ear makes goose bumps spread all over my skin. “Patience, Faya. Patience.” A finger slides through my curls, my folds, before it enters me. “Fuck. You always this tight? If you weren’t dripping all over my hand I would have needed a can of lube or two to get my finger inside.”

I have no words to give back, just another moan before my body shudders in his grip.

“How long has it been since a cock dived in this cunt, Faya?” Hot words I can’t answer.

I can only focus on that single finger that’s sliding in and out of my body, his thumb grazing my clit. If he would just do that a few more times. A gasp rips from my throat when I feel the sting of the hairs on my mound being pulled.

“How. Long?” he growls.

“Five years,” I rasp. “Please, I need…” Dammit, why am I begging?

“That’s all I needed to know, Faya. And I know exactly what you need, but that’s not for you to ask. It’s for me to give and I’m not ready for that yet. So you just have to settle with having your body, mind, and desire, run by me. Am I clear?” His voice is filled with determination that leaves me breathless.

“Gimme the fucking words, Faya,” he barks.

“Yes,” I squeak. “It’s yours, Crane. You’re in charge.” My voice trembles but it’s not from fear.

I’m boiling over with a hungry type of lust I’ve never felt before. I’ve only been with two guys in my entire life, but neither has spiked something like the heat that is racing through my body at this moment. I feel like my clit is set to detonate at any time. Except it’s only possible through his touch.

Crazy. Insane. I should hate him, run as far away as possible, and yet I want him closer. His mouth on mine, his hands all over me, and his cock pounding into me so hard it will make the world freeze in its tracks to watch the animalistic fucking of the century.

Because that’s the promise I can read in his green eyes that are piercing straight through me. “Hell yes, I am in charge. And I’m going to make damn sure you’ll still feel my cock’s visit tomorrow.”

His arm goes underneath my knee, lifting it up. I can barely keep my toes of my other foot on the ground. I hear the sound of a zipper right before my pussy is set on fire. The scream that bounces off the walls is mine. I have to dig my nails in his shoulder and my teeth along with them to brace myself at the massive intrusion.

“I should say I’m sorry, but sweetheart…I’m not. I’m just gonna enjoy the vise grip and heat while you accommodate my cock, yeah?” His hand that’s still wrapped around my neck guides my head back, allowing him to slam his mouth over mine.

Our teeth clash, then his tongue is dominating my mouth in a warning for what his cock is about to do to my pussy. My answer to his question earlier? How long has it been since a cock dived in this cunt? Should have been ‘never’. Because this is nothing compared to the missionary style, grunting in my neck while bouncing ten times on top of me before one final grunt and stilling above me I’ve experienced before. Nope. That was a tickle compared to the itch that’s being scratched now.

“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s all the time I can give you, because I need to fuck you so hard that my dick will be the shape of your pussy for the next few hours. Damn tightness has him all squeezed up.” He chuckles against my mouth before he spins around.

Holding me with one arm, I feel how he clears the dining table with one sweep before he lays me down on top of it. His fingers travel over my breasts, tummy, and strip of curls on my mound.

“Might take a picture of my squeezed up cock with my phone.” The corner of his mouth twitches while he looks down to where we’re connected. “Need to keep a visual of how my cock was shaped into a slimmer version because of that tight as hell cunt of yours.”

He slides out. Intense. The feeling that surges through my body is a craving that needs to be fed by his dick. My hands grip the sides of the table, bracing myself for what I know is to come. The promise is vibrating off his body. He looks like there’s not a single element of human left inside him. He’s all animal. Raw, untamed.

I expect him to slam back in and yet he surprises me by filling me up slowly. “Aaahhh, thank fuck I didn’t finish the job in that alley.”

My messed up mind agrees to his statement, because even if he kills me after, this moment right here is the first time I’ve ever felt alive.