Page 171 of Ravaged Soul

“What happened to spreading me wide open and sinking your cock in me?” I taunt with a grin. “All talk and no action, Mr Mead?”

“You are such a little brat.”

“Then get over here, and teach me a lesson.”

Ravenous desire slashes through his baby blues as Warner snaps, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip. I gasp at the stinging pain, feeling blood rise to drip between our mouths. Undeterred, he licks it away in a thorough, bruising kiss that makes my toes curl.

Reaching between his legs, Warner locates the seat’s controls to push it backwards, freeing up more room between him and the steering wheel. He reaches over the console to grab my waist, plucking me from the seat.

“Climb,” he murmurs.

“Where? We’re in a car.”

“Onto my lap. I’m going to show you exactly why I’m not all talk and no action.”

With his support, I excitedly clamber over the section holding us apart and position myself on his lap. My legs are bent, spread either side of his thighs, shoving my chest directly into his face.

Warner bites down on the nub where my nipple strains against my t-shirt, causing me to cry out. His palm cracks against my ass cheek, allowing fiery tingles to spread. Not that I need any further encouragement. I already feel like my mind is fraying.

“This could’ve been slow and romantic.” He runs his nose along the column of my neck. “Just like every time I’ve pictured the moment when I finally get what I want.”

“Please… Now.” I rake my nails over his shoulders.

The sound of fabric tearing is like music to my ears. Beautiful, primitive music as he literally rips the panties from between my legs then tosses the ruins aside. God, that’s hot. Far too attractive for such a carnivorous move.

He plunges two fingers into my heat, testing my arousal for himself. “Now I’m going to fuck you fast and dirty in some damn parking garage because you couldn’t wait a second longer.”

“No! I can’t wait. Please don’t make me.”

“Beg me, then. Plead for my cock to fill you up.”

Undulating on his fingers, I ride the force driving up into me. “Yes… I want it. I want you to take me right here, right now. Give me everything.”

“After all this time… that’s what you want?”

“Yes!” I wail.

“Not even a date or a fancy restaurant first?” Warner teases.

“No… Fuck. Please, enough. Please…”

“You want to be roughly fucked behind the wheel like the brat you are?”

I don’t know where my gentle, tender Warner is right now, but I’m glad he’s decided to vacate the premises. That poor man doesn’t need to hear what filth his possessive alter ego is taunting me with.

“Yes!” I gasp. “Do it.”

Feeling him rummaging beneath me, I know when his cock has made a reappearance. The firm heat presses up into my core, sliding back and forth between soaked folds. I throw my head back, bracing my hands on his shoulders.

“I’m going to sink into this cunt.” His whispered words are guttural. “You will ride me, love. Use me for your pleasure, and don’t hold back.”

“Yes! Now!”

The moment he enters me, the dim parking garage fades away. I don’t care about the steering wheel pressing into my back or the discomfort of folding myself upright to fit in his lap.

Each minor distraction is overshadowed by the pure satisfaction of being filled by Warner. His generous length reaches the farthest depths it can find before he lifts me by the hips to withdraw.

In an instant, I’m slammed back down, impaling me on every punishing inch. My cries ricochet all around us, forming a sweetsymphony with Warner’s groaning. He lifts me again, almost to the point of pulling out, then pushes me back down once more.