Page 214 of The First Taste

“Your pussy is so fucking tight, Talia,” he growls. “I had no idea you’d feel this good! Just relax, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

He grunts, carefully watching me, his dark eyes seeming to clock my every movement as he expertly rubs my clit.

“You like that don’t you, you little slut? You like getting fucked like this? Your little clit is so swollen, look at you,” he sneers.

“God, yes,” I say, my pussy opening up, the burning subsiding and being replaced with the most exquisite cocktail of pain and pleasure that I’ve ever felt. My hips begin moving on their own now, rolling up and down his cock, exploring every angle of this new deliciousness.

“Look at you, baby, your pussy loves my cock, that’s it, ride me, Talia, fuck me,” he grunts, pushing up inside of me as he stands still, watching me writhe on the hood of his car. “You’re so fucking hot, Talia.”

He lifts his hand from my hip and reaches up towards my neck, his fingers gently closing around it, his thumb pressing down on my pulse. His eyes flash with the darkest desire, that evil smirk that hooked me in the beginning stretching across his face.

I know he’s dangerous.

I know he can wreck me in a second.

But somehow, that makes me want him more.

I want his hand on my neck. I want his cock slamming into me with wild abandonment. I want the recklessness of fucking this near-stranger in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but the moon to witness whatever he decides to do to me.

He could do anything at all.

And that’s what thrilled me most of all.

Fuck the pain.

I reach up, putting my hand over his as he tightens his grip on my neck. My eyes meet his and I smile back into his darkness, meeting it with my own, as I slowly but steadily pick up the pace of my hips, fucking him harder and faster, slamming up into his cock.

Recklessly.

Dangerously.

Addictively.

His breath catches just as I feel his cock swell inside me.

“Talia,” he warns, his gaze hot and intense. “Your fucking pussy is sending me over the goddamned edge.”

I meet his gaze boldly, lifting my chin, his fingers still wrapped around my neck.

“Come,” I say. “Come inside me, Burn. Fill up my pussy, do it,” I demand.

“You little slut,” he says, releasing my neck and grabbing my hair again, pulling it back and claiming my mouth once more as he takes over now, fucking into me harder, our hips flailing against each other as our bodies search out the release we both so desperately need. His mouth breaks away again as he grabs my hands now, holding them over my head as he pins me down on the hood with his body. He slams into me — harder and faster and deeper, with an urgency that seems to possess his entire body.

Just before I climax, he stiffens and grits his teeth.

With a roaring growl, he throws his head back, his cock swelling hotly inside of me, the first splashes of his thick release hitting my walls. Burn cries out in ecstasy, the sound echoing up through the trees in a ribbon of musical pleasure.

I’m left unfulfilled, but I’m too nervous to say anything else as we both suck in harsh breaths of the late night air.

Three

Dare

Istand near the window in my grandfather's study, my brows drawn low. I should be scowling, but I keep my face as blank as I can so that my brother can’t read what I am feeling.

That’s the longstanding game between us. We have been playing poker for our entire fucking lives.

Burn looks at me, a tiny smirk on his lips, his tall frame perched almost jauntily on the corner of our grandfather’s desk. His well-muscled arms are framed by a white dress shirt with the cuffs shot. He has on a pair of charcoal gray bespoke slacks and looks as though he was born in them.