Heavy Issues by Elle Aycart Page B

That’s not me. I’m no puppet. I want the freedom to fuck you however I want, whenever I want, and wherever I want.”
    He grabbed both her hands with one of his and immobilized them over her head. He parted her legs with his thigh and sank the lower part of his body into her, grinding his impressive erection against her while his other hand caressed her ribs and moved down to her hip. She tugged at his hand, trying to free herself, and when she couldn’t, a totally unexpected shiver of excitement ran through her.
    “Because you wanted a stud, right?”
    She found herself nodding, mesmerized. Man, this macho power tripping was doing it for her…big-time. She’d never been that wet before. Getting mixed up with him was a very bad idea, but for the life of her she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.
    “A stud by definition will give you an out-of-control ride. No premarked set of rules, no guidelines. You’ll enjoy yourself, sweetheart, I guarantee it, but it will be on my terms. I’m the one in charge. Always.”
    He trailed his hand down, reaching the hem of her skirt, and lifted it up while he moved his warm lips across her throat. He caressed her inner thighs, brushing with his wicked fingers along the band of her panties before breaching the thin cloth and stroking her mound. “For starters, I want this pretty pussy waxed. Bare for my tongue. Wax it, or I won’t fuck you. And you want me to fuck you, sweetheart.”
    She let out a broken snort. Her throat was dry, but she forced herself to speak. “Says who? Yes, I may be interested in finding myself some stud, but who says it’s going to be you?” Somewhere in the back of her mind lurked the thought that she didn’t have the nerve to back these words up, but she brushed it away and forged ahead. “Maybe you don’t do it for me.”
    She was so going to get struck by a bolt of lightning for that outrageous lie.
    He lowered his eyes to her hard nipples, currently poking through her blouse. Then looked at her, an all-knowing smirk on his face. “Yeah, right.”
    She shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe this is for the last dentist whose conversation with me you so rudely interrupted.”
    He nuzzled her throat, flicked his tongue over the spot where her pulse beat madly. “I don’t think so. These sweet nipples are hard for me. You’re panting. Your face is flushed; your pupils are dilated. Your whole body is beaming, baby. You want me. I bet you’re sopping wet too,” he whispered into her mouth as his wicked fingers delved down. She should be telling him to get off her, but she kept quiet. If she opened her mouth again, she’d be begging him to kiss her. Or worse.
    He probed her entrance and growled in approval. “You’re dripping juices over my hand. All for me, babe. Wet and ready.”
    That she was. And the leg he’d lifted to his thigh was holding on to him for dear life. Dentist? What dentist? Her body wanted him—Cole. And the damn bastard knew it.
    He pressed his cock against her. “Good, because this too is all for you. I want you like crazy.”
    She arched her back and he growled again, taking her lips in a commanding, wet caress that made her body shake. He rimmed her slit with the tips of his fingers, teasing her. She should call him out on his arrogant statements, but she could manage nothing more than a whimper.
    “I’ve been waiting for so long to get inside this sweet pussy, I don’t think I can wait for another second.”
    Then he was kissing her again, possessively, sucking at her tongue, his mouth mastering hers as his fingers parted her folds. She was so going to give him hell for lifting her skirt and finger fucking her in a dark corner on the street. What did he think, that he’d wiggle his pinky and she’d be coming all over him? Puhleeze. She was going to teach him that she had a backbone. Like right now. But she could only manage another whimper, and then to add insult to injury, the second he slid two fingers inside