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Her gaze flits to mine, her eyes so dilated with desire she looks as frantic as I feel. Maybe she does feel the same way I do—the clawing, desperate need to take and fuck and consume and burn. Maybe it's as painful for her, as fucking overwhelming and terrifying.
I've never wanted anything like I want her. I've never needed to possess and claim and own like I need to do with her. I want to dominate her, force her into submission. I want to strip her raw and bury myself into her until she can't remember what it's like not to have me in her.
That desire is even more overpowering now that she's in Los Angeles with me, in danger because of me.
Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, her teeth raking against the underside just hard enough to send a bolt of pleasurable pain through me. She moans loudly, those green eyes locked on me as she wordlessly begs me to give in, give up, and take her.
"Goddammit," I growl again. My hand tightens in her hair, pulling until I know it has to hurt.
She likes it, though. She fucking smiles at me around my cock and moans again. Desire flares brighter in her eyes.
She wants this.
And I'm done trying to convince myself that she can't handle it. She can. I fucking know she can. She'd take anything I gave her and still want more. Still beg for it.
I tilt her head back and thrust forward, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. She gags when I force my way into her throat, causing the muscles to constrict around me. I don't pull back and give her a reprieve like normal, though. I push forward a little further, forcing her to take more of me.
Her eyes are wild with lust, radiant with triumph when they meet mine.
I jerk my hips backward, expelling myself from her mouth all at once.
She cries out at the loss, grasping for my thighs as if she can force me back where she wants me. I bite back a groan, hating the way it feels when I'm not in that sweet mouth, but I don't give her what she wants.
She lives for sucking me off. Having my cock in her mouth and my hands in her hair is as close to heaven on earth for her as she can get. Like I already told her, though…she'll take what I give her, not the other way around.
"Told you not to push, or I'd push back, Mila," I tell her, reaching out to pluck her up from the floor with my hands under her arms. She squeaks like she always does, like it still surprises her that I can pick her up, and then her legs are around my waist, pushing her dress above her hips.
I turn us, putting her back to the front door. I use my body to pin her where I want her. My mouth lands against her collarbone. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs full of her scent. She smells like she tastes—like peaches, sunshine, and sweet wine. I'm addicted to that flavor and to the way her skin feels beneath my lips. She's soft and smooth everywhere, and I can't get enough of her.
One of my hands digs into her ass so hard I know I'm probably bruising her. I can't pull back, though. We're pressed so tightly together that it feels like I'm trying to absorb her into me. It still isn't close enough.
I lean back just far enough to pull the front of her dress down, not even giving a fuck when the delicate material rips beneath my fingers. Her tits spring free, her nipples hard and puckered.
I press her a little deeper into the door and pull her right breast into my mouth, latching on. Using my teeth and tongue, I work her over, tormenting her with pleasure…making her as crazy as she makes me.
She cries out, her arms going around my neck. Her hands plunge into my hair, pulling like she always does. The pain shoots straight to my cock, drawing my balls up tight. I'm not even in her yet, and I'm ready to explode.
I pop off her breast and lean back just far enough to see her face. She's panting, her eyes wild, and her face flushed. Her bottom lip is red where she's abused it, biting it again and again. She's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
"Every motherfucker on that dance floor wanted you, Mila," I tell her, shoving my free hand down between us. Her lacy panties are soaked when my fingers slide across the seam. "But you're mine."
"Yes, yes," she chants, writhing against the door.
"I hope you didn't plan on keeping these, baby." I tear the thin lace of her panties, ripping it away from her pussy. Before she can do anything more than cry out, I'm inside her, plowing into her so hard, her head bangs against the door.
Mine kicks back, a moan ripping from somewhere in the middle of my chest. I've never felt anything like her before. She's so hot around me, so fucking tight. Being inside her hurts in the best way possible.
I fuck her hard, one hand digging into her ass, the other planted above her head. Every thrust sends her bouncing against the door.
She clutches at my shoulders, clawing at the fabric of my shirt like she's trying to tear it from my body. Cries of pleasure break from her lips so loudly I'm sure the neighbors can hear her. I don't give a fuck about that either.
My lips find hers. I kiss her like I fuck her, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth and then retreating, over and over again until she's whimpering and begging. I bite her lip, suck it into my mouth, and then bite it again.
Her inner muscles clench as her cries become louder, more frantic. She's close.
"Don't even fucking think about coming," I snarl against her mouth.
She cries out loudly when I slide completely out of her. Her eyes fly open and land on mine. Rage slides through her expression when she sees that I'm serious. She isn't coming until I decide to let her. She wanted to play, wanted to fuck with me…she'll learn.
