One Dirty Night

It made me wild.

He turned feral in response.

A feral kind of creature, swallowing down every morsel I gave him.

The kiss was demonic.

My legs turned to water.

He drove his thigh against my pussy, connecting with my throbbing clit.

I cried out, gasping for breath.

He didn’t let me go, making me ride his thigh, snarling into my mouth as he felt my wetness soak into his jeans.

“Fuck,” he growled.

Fuck yes, indeed.

What the hell is happening to me?

“Christ, you’re a good little girl,” he grunted, grinding himself against my hip all while his thigh did unspeakable things to me. “You told me the truth. You want this.” He hissed as he thrust harder. “You want it so damn badly.”

I squirmed on his leg.

Fireworks shot down my spine.

The first waves of pleasure spindled in my core, threatening to spill and shatter.

God…I could come.

My eyes flew open at the thought.

The girl who’d never had a release without battery-operated help was seconds away from coming on a street with a stranger.

A part of me tried to wrangle back control.

To stop this insanity.

To gather up the shreds of my decorum.

But he felt that too.

He bit my bottom lip, sinking his teeth into my delicate flesh. “You’re not going anywhere. Not now. Not until I’ve eaten every part of you.”

I froze.

My heart galloped.

Would he bite?

Would he draw blood?

How far will he go?

I winced as his canines answered my runaway questions. The quick bloom of hot blood filled my mouth, spilling into his.

He turned into an animal.