Her fingers closed around my zipper and slowly pulled it down. Fuck, I was pushing against my jeans, I was so hard. I needed to learn some self-control around this woman. I grasped her wrists just as she was about to undo the button of my jeans.
She looked at me, that tempting grin that told me she was looking for so much more. Electricity buzzed between us. I couldn’t deny it. My body was at war with my head. I needed to step back, stay away from this woman. But instead, I found myself flipping her over and wedging myself between her thighs. I rubbed my cock against her body, feeling the heat of her core pulsing off her in waves.
I snatched both her wrists and held them above her head. If I was going to fuck her, I was going to know exactly where her hands were. I ground my cock up against her again and again. I groaned at the sweet, delicious feel of her. I needed more. I sat up and quickly undid the button of my jeans, shoving them down my body. The cold chapped my ass, but did nothing to lessen my desire. In fact, my cock didn’t notice a thing. It just wanted to be inside her.
Yanking her pants down and tearing them from her body, all that was left was that sweet, slick pussy waiting for me. I wanted a taste, but I couldn’t wait. I needed her so bad. Her hands reached out to touch me and I snatched them again, shaking my head slightly as I pinned them above her head.
“Don’t fucking move,” I growled.
Her eyes flashed, desire sparking in the depths of them. I bent forward and kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as I rubbed my cock up against her slick pussy. I hadn’t entered her yet. I was just getting her warmed up. My cock slid up and down through her folds, getting harder and harder as it begged me to push inside.
My lips skimmed over her neck, down to her breasts. I didn’t even bother undoing the buttons. I just tore the damn shirt open, groaning when I saw her breasts heaving for me. Fuck, that was hot.
Oh, devil, devil, devil. I had to keep reminding myself that this woman wasn’t what she appeared to be. Devil, sexy vixen, torturer of men. Fuck it.
I tore her bra from her body and latched onto her nipple. She gasped, her hands thrusting up into my hair, yanking on me. The pain mixed with pleasure. I knew I should put her hands back, but damn, to have her hands in my hair like this, yanking on me as I devoured her nipple, sucking it into my mouth as I flicked it with my tongue. I switched to the other breast, cupping the other one in my hand. Fuck, she was perfect, just the right size.
“Andrew,” she panted.
I thrust against her pussy again, my tip just barely slipping inside her. I needed to step back. I needed more control. I pinned her wrists above her head again, staring down at her.
“I told you not to fucking move.”
A thrill shot through me. I had never been so dominating in all my life. I didn’t like to own my women, I just wanted to fuck them hard. But knowing that Lorelei was part devil, part vixen, I had to be careful. I had to be the man in charge.
“You move those hands again, I’m gonna spank your pussy.”
Her eyes widened, but I could tell she wasn’t afraid. She wanted it just as much as I did. Suddenly, I was begging her, challenging her to move those hands and give me what I craved, just so I could feel what it was like to slap that wet pussy.
As if she knew what I wanted, she slowly moved her hands to my shoulders. “Do it,” she challenged me.
I grinned and pulled away from her, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy glistened. Fuck, I’d never done this before. I pulled my hand back and slapped her pussy, not too hard, but the moans that spilled from her lips were so tantalizing. She wanted it. She fucking wanted it so bad.
I pulled back and slapped her again, harder this time. Her body jerked. Her eyes slipped closed as she moaned.
“Fuck,” she shouted.
I slid my hand over her wet pussy, feeling her cream for me. God, she was fucking soaked. I slid two fingers inside her, fucking her pussy as I thumbed her clit. She climbed higher, her breathing heaving as I fucked her harder and harder, pushing her toward her orgasm. And right when she was about to tip over the edge, I pulled out and landed a hard thwack right on her pussy lips. She slammed her knees together, gasping as her whole body shook with pleasure. I pushed her legs wider. I wasn’t letting her get away with hiding from me.
God, she was fucking soaked. I fingered her again, grinning as I slid my fingers in and out. “You like that, my sexy, little vixen?”
“Oh, God, Andrew,” she moaned.
“You like to be spanked?”
“God yes! Do it again.”
“You want more?” I asked as I thumbed her clit, pressing down on that tiny bundle of nerves. I wasn’t sure where all the dirty talk was coming from. I wasn’t usually this vocal during sex, but with her, all I wanted was to see how dirty I could get. She brought it out in me, made me want to bring out the devil in her.
“You need my fingers, fucking that sweet pussy?”
She shook her head.
“You want my cock?”
She shook her head again.
I grinned. “You want your pussy spanked again?”
She nodded this time, her lips tilting up slightly as she continued to hold her hands above her head.
“Good girl. You just tell me to stop and I will.”
She nodded, and as much as my
