It was almost too much. Almost. Alana reached back to put her hand on his thigh to slow his pace, but he merely gripped her wrist, using her arm for leverage as he continued to drive into her, fucking her at a furious pace and intensity. It was enough to push Alana over the edge into insanity. She threw her head back and screamed her orgasm, her hips bucking and lurching in her frenzy to get more. More. Always more! She'd never get enough of this wild, untamed passion.
He didn't slow his pace. Instead, he thrust into her harder, faster. He let go of her arm and gripped her hips again with bruising force. Alana knew she'd surely bear the marks of his possession on her flesh in the morning, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. He was almost vicious in taking her now, but she loved ever blessed second of it.
"Fuck yeah!" His cry was growled through clenched teeth. She looked back at him, needing to see the look on his face when he came deep inside her ass. "I love fucking this ass,
my
ass. Always mine!"
He swatted her cheek none too gently. The sting only heightened her pleasure and, once again, she found herself on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Again he swatted her, the sound echoing in the darkness like everything else they did. The music of their fucking seemed to surround her, creating an edgy atmosphere she knew she'd never be able to recreate. In that moment, she didn't care. She was in the here and now, and nothing mattered but living every single moment she had with the man so hungrily taking her to heights of ecstasy she'd never known existed.
"Come on, baby," she whispered as she met his lust-filled gaze. "Come inside my ass. Fill it up."
His groan of surrender was her reward. He swelled inside her to almost impossible proportions, his cock throbbing and pulsing in his need. With a roar of completion, he did as she'd commanded. He emptied himself deep inside her, holding himself as deep as he could inside her pulsing sheath. With his orgasm, her own followed again. She milked him of every drop he had to give, not letting him out of her until she was satisfied she had what she wanted.
There was no guilt, but Alana knew she couldn’t stay where she was, not after all she had allowed this man to do to her. Slipping away from him was the hardest thing she ever had to do. After he had so thoroughly pleasured her, every muscle in her body felt as if it had liquefied. It took a Herculean effort to push away from the wall, pushing down her dress. She was too terrified to even look in his direction. Would he smirk knowingly at her, after finding her darkest, dirtiest secret? He knew her name; would he threaten to expose her if she didn't do exactly as he bade her?
Okay, that should NOT have turned her on again, but it did. She needed to get away and fast before she did something she couldn’t take back.
Stumbling over her own feet, she did a limp-bodied run out of the alley, rushing toward the streetlights. Not once did she stop to look behind her to see if the man followed; not when she climbed into the back of a taxi she had been lucky enough to hail, not as the cab drove her to her home, not even as she rushed up the walk to her little condo.
Only at the door did she let out a sigh of relief, then a little giggle. Man, she’d almost convinced herself that time! Like she would really be afraid of her mystery lover knowing her sensual secrets. Hell, he knew the ones she had yet to think of. He was so damn good at finding things he knew would send her over the erotic edge. That was why nights like this meant so much; they were his way of giving her what she needed, things she didn't even realize she wanted herself.
“Jeez, Alana! It took you like twenty minutes to get here. I was just about to go looking for you!”
Alana had to smile at Jase, who was pacing the living room as she walked in. In the light of the living room he didn’t look nearly as forbidding as he had back in the alley. Still his large frame made her shiver, remembering how easily he’d held her against the wall, how he’d manhandled her body to perfection.
“You saw me get in the taxi. You knew I was safe. Stop worrying so much.” Throwing her purse on the coffee table, she went willingly into his arms, loving the smell of sex on his skin. “Besides, you had your bike, so of course you got here quicker.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like taking separate vehicles. Anything could have happened to you.” Jase held her close, squeezing just a tad too tight, just the way she liked it.
Not bloody likely, not with a man like Jase to watch over her.
“I’ll tell you what, next time you can kidnap me and take me to your lair,” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows for effect.
A wicked gleam reflected in his eyes as he looked down at her; yeah, she thought he might like that.
“Mmmm, the possibilities could be endless,” Jase agreed, smacking her on the ass. “Dungeon more likely. But for now get your ass upstairs—we need to take a shower.
Alana couldn’t agree more, and oh what fun could be had in the large stall built for two. The possibilities were indeed endless.