She gasped, eyes wide as her tits bounced free, with no barrier, her nipples were tight from the night air and my fury. That thin built-in shelf didn’t mean shit to my brain in this state. My mouth watered. My cock throbbed.
But I wasn’t done.
I shoved my other hand down the front of her shorts, fingers sliding past the waistband, straight to her bare, wet pussy. No panties.
I sucked in a breath through my teeth. “No bra. No panties. Talking to another man like that.” My fingers curled possessively, stroking her slit. “You trying to kill me, angel?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she whispered, breath hitching.
“You don’t have to,” I murmured, dragging my fingers up through her slick folds. “You walk into a room, and I’m fucking gone.”
I curled my fingers between her thighs and felt how wet she already was. “You don’t get to dress like this and talk to other men.”
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong.”
“You were tempting fate,” I growled, voice low and lethal.
Her tank was still bunched under her tits, and her chest rose and fell with every ragged breath.
“You think I’m just gonna let you walk around like that?” I rasped, as I pressed her back to the cinderblock with one hand.“Dripping for me, uncovered, and letting some other asshole smile at you?”
Her lips parted, but nothing came out except a choked moan when I shoved a finger inside her and slammed my mouth down on hers. The last shred of my control burned away.
I yanked her shorts down with one hand, tearing the button clean off in the process, and she kicked them free as I dropped to my knees. Her thighs parted without hesitation, and I growled as I buried my face between them.
She tasted like heaven and heat and everything that belonged to me.
She jerked. “Oh, oh yes!”
“Mine,” I snarled, rising to my feet. I flipped her around, bracing one hand on the wall above her head while the other dragged my zipper down. My cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking. “This pussy’s mine. Say it.”
Emily gasped, her hands flying up to brace herself. “Yours. It’s yours.”
“That’s right, angel.”
Grabbing my cock, I groaned as I guided it to her soaked slit. No teasing. No hesitation. I lined myself up with her soaked pussy and slammed inside with one brutal thrust that made her cry out and slap a hand over her mouth.
“Yeah, angel,” I gritted, hips pistoning forward again. “Take it. Take what’s mine.”
She moaned, back arching, pushing herself onto me with a desperation that made my vision blur.
“Fuck, Emily,” I rasped against her ear. “You’re so tight I can barely move. This pussy was made to keep me buried in it.”
“Jude…yes…oh yes!”
I reached up and fisted her hair, yanking her head back just enough to whisper in her ear. “You feel that? That stretch? Thatfullness?” Another thrust, deep and hard. “That’s me. Filling up what’s mine.”
The walls echoed the sound of skin against skin as I pounded into her, relentless and unhinged. I bent low and bit her shoulder, one hand on her hip, the other gripping one of her tits, pinching and tugging the nipple until her knees buckled and she had to lean against me to stay upright. Then I did the same with the other side until she was shaking with need.
Her pussy clenched tight around me, and I groaned, fucking into her harder.
“I’m gonna fuck you sore,” I growled. “You’ll feel me tomorrow. You’ll feel me every time you sit. Every time you move. Every step you take, you’ll remember how I owned this tight little pussy.”
She whimpered, her nails scraping the wall, body shuddering with the force of my thrusts. “Jude, oh, yes! Please! Oh!”
“You’re not just mine, angel. You’re my fucking obsession. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
She sobbed, clenching around me. Her pussy was like a vise, fluttering and squeezing with every stroke, dragging my release closer with punishing speed.
