“Of course. Though I should be asking the same of you, since you seem to fuck a different woman every weekend.”
He smirks. “Not every weekend. And yes.”
I tilt my head. “Keep going then.”
He feverishly frees his cock and I look down, letting out a little, surprised gasp. He’s holding it like it’s a snake, and I’m not sure what to do with it.
“Why do you make me feel this way,” he murmurs. He peels my dress up my thighs to my waist. In one swift movement, he hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around him, breathing heavily. He moves my underwear to the side.
“I could ask you the same thing, Draco Malfoy.”
His devilish grin sends a shock wave through my body, and he nudges my opening with his cock, teasing me.
“Shut up,” he mutters, and then he drives into me without a warning, and I cry out. His size is painful as he stretches me, but I’m so turned on that the pain is electrifying.
He pounds into me, and I realize one thing—he’s consuming me, like he hasn’t eaten in days. This won’t be gentle, and it won’t be nice. It will be angry and fevered—a release of a week’s worth of bottled-up arousal. He’s fucking me and punishing me at the same time. I meet him with every thrust, and his hand comes up to my neck, squeezing my throat gently.
“Is this okay?” he asks, baring his teeth and making a low, moaning sound. I whimper and nod, unable to speak. “Good,” he answers, hammering through me with every upward movement.
My spine is scraping against the trellis, and I fist his shirt as I throw my head back into the vines. I don’t care where we are, or if anyone sees us—the primal need coursing through me can’t be stopped by anything. I move with every thrust, rocking my hips against his hard length, and he groans, deep and low. The sound reverberates through me, spurring me on further. I’ve never had sex like this—not ever. Anderson drives into me harder, the sound of us loud and dirty—unfiltered and carnal.
“Admit you’ve wanted to do this since Maui. Since that night you heard me fucking someone else next door.”
I let out a feral cry. “Shut up and keep fucking me.”
He laughs, and then he stops completely—fully inside of me, pinning me hard against the trellis.
“Admit it,” he growls, his face sweaty. I want to lick it off.
“Admit what?” I ask, moving myself against him. “I’m so close.”
“You wanted this from day one.” He slams into me once, and a shock wave explodes through me. I cry out.
“Why is it so important for me to admit I wanted this?” I ask, gasping for air as my hair comes undone. It falls around my face, and I can feel it sticking to the sweat on my neck, but I don’t care.
“Because I did,” he answers, his voice gentle. “From that very first infuriating plane ride.”
He slowly starts to drive into me—intoxicatingly slow. I try to move against him again, but he stops every time I do, a small smile forming on his beautiful lips as I moan in frustration.
“Harder?” he asks, slamming into me.
“Deeper,” I whimper, throwing my head back as he moves rhythmically again, his full length entering me over and over, filling me up completely. My lips curl away from my teeth, and my climax crests. Anderson squeezes his hand a bit tighter around my neck.
“Good girl,” he purrs, feeling me tighten around him. “Coming already?”
I nod, gasping for air. I’m a bit dizzy, but it adds to the haze and heat, the illustrious pleasure coursing through me, like the best sex dream I’ve ever had. I dig my nails into the slope of Anderson’s back, not caring if I draw blood, stars dancing in my vision. As I’m about to ask him to choke me harder, my orgasm rips through me, and I move my hips against him just so, knowing full well that I’m about to make him come, too. Trembling, I remove his hand from my neck and place my hand on his chest, pushing back a bit as I look down at where we are joined. He growls and tenses, before stopping completely to watch himself pulsing into me as he bellows loudly.
It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I want more.
Somuch more.
I shudder as Anderson thrusts one more time, groaning, and then he lowers me. I hold on to the trellis for dear life as my legs quake, my chest rising and falling quickly. He cleans us up with his tie, pocketing it afterwards, and somehow, knowing he’s carrying it around makes me buzz with lust again.
I’ll never get my fill of him.
27
Natalia
