Destructively Alluring (7 page)

Easy. Easy. Don’t rip her dress off…

RIP HER FUCKING DRESS OFF!

“Fuck baby,” I semi-protested, knowing I was on the verge of giving in to urges that were dangerous.

It’s only her second time. You can’t just attack…

Why the fuck not?

I was already moving to grab onto her hips so I could stop her sinuous movements and perhaps, just perhaps, regain some control over myself. Before I could do anything, Demi kissed me in a way that turned instantly needy and messy. Above our moans, I could hear the wet sounds our mouths were making.

“Demi…”

“Dorian, please. Please, I need-”

I moaned at that, dragging her up further. I knew damned well what my girl needed and even though I might not survive giving it to her, my body was determined to please her.

Nearly blind from the need, I raised her higher, kissing my way down her chest and not stopping until I had sucked her nipple right into my mouth.

“Dorian!” Demi choked, jerking on top of me so hard that she made my back slam into the seat .

“
Mmm
,” I hummed, eyes closed while I suckled her and took in the feel of her nipple, hard against my tongue. My hands slid up her thighs, pleasure warring with the pain inside me. The sounds of sex filled the back of that limo. All that was missing was slapping flesh and the mere thought of being inside her was enough to make more pain slash across my mind.

I flicked her nipple with my tongue, drowning in her moans and sliding one hand up her skirt. I didn’t stop.

I
couldn’t
stop.

I kept going until my fingers brushed against what felt like ridiculously small panties.

Lord help me, they were barely covering her ass.

I wanted to flip her over and stare, right before leaning down and nibbling lightly on the perfect ass cheek that was now in my hand. I squeezed down on her ass hard, my other hand coming up and pulling her dress completely down so I could get at her other tit.

Demi all but shoved it into my mouth the moment I got close enough. “Dorian, damn it,” she whimpered. I tugged lightly on her nipple with my lips. “Touch me. Just touch me.”

I sat up, wrapped one arm around her wriggling body and slipped my other hand down into her panties. They really weren’t covering much. Seriously, they might as well have been a thong.

“You want me to make you come. Don’t you?” I asked, kissing my way up her throat. Demi nodded her head frantically. I felt the movement against the side of my face and I couldn’t hold back the vicious smile that broke free.

“Tell me I’m the only one that does this to you,” I whispered, not even recognizing my own voice anymore. I licked the shell of her ear and nipped at it.

“You know you are. Please.”

I groaned, sliding my fingers all the way down. The moment they came in contact with her, I went frantic, the feel of her bare,
smooth,
and fucking soaked lips tearing at me.

“Oh my God. Dorian!”

“Holy shit, baby,” I grunted, swirling my fingers around her swollen lips.

“Dorian, I can’t…shit, I…”

“You’re so sexy,” I told her, pulling back to stare at her face as my fingers found her clit. Demi rocked her hips into my hand, her clit throbbing against my fingers.

“Dorian,” she moaned, either not knowing what she did to me when she did that, or not caring. The sound of my name leaving her like that was too much. Too fucking much.

My voice grated against my throat, the fires inside me scourging the flesh in a way that might never heal. “You’re so wet for me. Shit, girl.”

“Dorian, it’s so…Oh God, that’s so good,” Demi gasped.

She sounded awed.

Owned.

Fucking sublime in her surrender.

“Has anyone ever made you come?” I asked, teeth bared with rage at the thought. I already knew the answer but I still needed to hear her say it. The possibility made me murderous. I feared the visions of blood that stomped through my head.

And if she had come, nothing would fucking compare to what I had planned for her.

Nothing.

Demi shook her head ‘no’, her facial expression knocking the air out of me. Someway, somehow, this young girl was going to be the best sex of my damned life.

I could feel it.

“You’ve never come before? At all?”

“Once,” she answered, her eyes rolling back when I pressed my finger into her clit.

I moaned, knowing what that answer meant. “Oh fuck. You made yourself come, didn’t you?”

“I was thinking about you,” Demi panted, her lips brushing across mine.

Desire was a ridiculous and inconsequential label. It would never suffice, would never be enough to describe what I felt for her. Hunger was just as paltry of a term.

Greed was the only thing that came close.

She was mine. Only mine.

She would be mine for as long as I could have her. And I knew how long that was. I knew, deep down, how far I’d go to make that happen.

How far I’d go to keep it that way.

“Did you come hard, huh baby?” I breathed, teasing her entrance.

Teasing myself.

“You know I fucking did,” she breathed, undulating her hips and trying to get me inside her.

Not yet, baby. Not until you bare it all to me.

“Why?” I asked audaciously, spreading my fingers and rubbing each of her lips. Denying her as much as I was denying myself.

“You know damned well why. Dorian,” she growled, teeth bared.

All lioness ready to strike.

Ready to claim.

All fucking mine.

It was in there. All of it. Each strand of animalistic instinct that had been lying dormant within her.

Waiting for me.

I was going to unravel. Unravel and rebuild until it was
me
her very fabric consisted of. Until nothing but me stained her logic, her existence, every fucking moment of her life.

“Tell me. Tell me what I was doing to you while you were fantasizing about me,” I demanded, letting one finger ghost across her pulsating flesh.

“You…you…oh fuck, you were licking me,” she confessed on a broken whisper, her body bowing to my will.

“Holy fuck, baby girl,” I gasped, my finger sliding into her on one long thrust. My dick weeped, envy running through its veins and replacing the burning blood that had been filling it. Pre-cum leaked out of me, sticky and provoking against my dress pants.

Her walls tightened around me. Welcomed me home. I’d never gained that much satisfaction from being inside a woman and it was only my finger that her pussy was strangling.

“Dorian!”

“Come, baby,” I demanded on a harsh snarl, forgetting that she was inexperienced and slamming my finger into her hard. She was so wet I could fucking hear it.

One sniff destroyed me, the scent of her heat on full attack in the air. Her walls pulsated to the beat of
my
heart. Her breath existed only for me in that moment and I could see it in the way her eyes rolled back. In the way she choked, her throat jumping almost as much as that pussy was.

Demi’s hands slid into my hair. Nerves jumped in exaltation. With one pull from each of those tiny sexy hands, the girl brought me close to an orgasm my body wasn’t prepared for. I bit my lip, adding another finger and fucking her exactly like I planned to fuck her with my cock.

I could hear the fabric of her panties stretching. Holding on for dear life as I ignored their existence and roughly twirled my fingers inside wet, pulsating heaven.

“I said come for me,” I demanded, the ownership I had over her body stretching in aggravation.

Demi pulled on my hair again, her lips wrapping around my upper lip. Her tongue flicked it so expertly. So God damned sensuously. Fuck experience, it was instinct that ruled supreme between us. “Kiss me. I’m so close, kiss me,” she demanded as well, her voice rough and dangerous.

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I snapped my teeth around her lip, using the hold to pull her mouth closer. Right onto mine. As soon as it was where I needed it to be, I thrust my tongue in, moaning deep in my chest at the way her lips felt around the muscle.

Demi froze on top of me. Her pussy swelled, the blood pooling inside that juicy clit. I slid one finger out and pressed into it. Slammed the finger still inside her in and out. I swear, the moment I felt her pussy collapse into deep, nearly painful throbs, I could’ve sworn I was coming with her.

Her arms snapped tight around my neck. I licked every bit of her mouth I could reach, holding her to me and not letting her go as her body gave me what was mine.

What would always be
only
mine.

“
Dorian
,” she exhaled, my name sounding like a prayer. Her head fell back, her body riding out the last of her orgasm as my own screamed in agony.

I was on the rack, back in medieval times, my very psyche being pushed to the point of non-endurance. Even so, I loved every minute of it. Loved her body, so much smaller than my own, so perfectly feminine and seeming to house an arsenal designed to break me. “You’re so fucking amazing,” I whispered, eyes wide as I watched her take her pleasure from me.

“Dorian. Holy shit,” she panted, her head rising and falling so that her forehead was pressed against mine.

I soaked in the last throbs that went through her. Cupped her face gently and kissed her, trying to somehow convey the tenderness and possessiveness that was going through me.

“You’re the one that’s amazing,” she whispered against my lips, melting on me.

My heart stuttered dangerously. It wasn’t just arousal that was laying siege to my life. She was sliding in. With every ounce of her surrender, she was sliding deep into a place no woman had been in a long, long time.

No. Fuck that. She was sliding deeper than anyone ever had. Self-preservation raged, demanding that I mark her and shackle her and make damned sure she never left.

Things wouldn’t be right without her anymore.

“You’re so hard,” she said out of nowhere, her words slapping me. Her hips did even worse, rotating insatiably against my most likely midnight-blue cock. “I want to make you come, too.”

I was going to die. Before she ever laid a hand on it, my dick was going to pop and send me into cardiac arrest.

My teeth bared as bronchial tubes thickened and threatened to shut down within my chest. I wanted to give into her. Rip my belt off and destroy my pants so that she could finally worship what would eventually destroy her, if it had its way.

I wouldn’t get the chance to. God had turned on me, the Fates off somewhere and laughing at my expense. I felt the limo slow down and the downward descent that I knew, I fucking knew, led into the parking lot of my building.

I sat Demi up, smiling cockily at the little whimper she gave. My girl was ready to explore me, ready to learn every inch of my body the way I planned on memorizing hers. Her tits were fucking spectacular hanging boldly on display. Her hair had completely fallen out of the style it’d been in, the long thick brown strands caressing her shoulders.

But it was her swollen lips that got to me the most. Just knowing that it was me that had put her in that state inflated everything, especially my fucking ego. Sure, I’d pleased women before her but Demi was fucking Demi and knowing that I had her like that was the definition of satisfying.

“It’s going to have to wait, baby. We’re here,” I said softly, reluctantly reaching for her dress and sliding it back up over her breasts.

“Mr. Sorenson,” Carl’s voice came over the speaker just then, announcing what I’d already known. “We’ve arrived.”

I
made sure Demi’s dress was covering what was mine before slowly lifting her off my lap. “Find your glasses, baby,” I murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. Demi whimpered and gave me a soft, sucking kiss that made my fucking toes curl inside my shoes. “Go, girl. Before I lose my mind and attack you in front of Carl,” I chastised, smacking her lightly on her ass.

The girl bit her lip at me before moving towards where her glasses had fallen off.

I leaned towards the intercom and thanked Carl. Making sure my clothes were on straight enough (although nothing in the world could hide my raging dick), I moved so that I’d be the first one to exit.

There was no way Carl wouldn’t guess what had been happening once he saw that Demi’s hair was now fully down but I still wanted to be the first one out of the car, just to give her enough time to straighten up a little more.

Carl was getting out of the driver’s side when I got out. He seemed surprised that I didn’t let him open the door but said nothing. “Carl, you can park the limo and take the rest of the night off. I’ll be driving Demitra home after dinner.” Not that I really had to explain myself to him, however much I liked him, but I still wanted to say something for Demi’s sake at least.

She might be willing but I sure as hell didn’t want her to be embarrassed because of what anyone might think.

“No problem. Thank you, Mr. Sorenson,” Carl said, and I knew that even if he was curious, he was more relieved to be getting the rest of the night off.

I nodded my head at him and leaned down to hold my hand out for Demi. She found her glasses and slipped them back on. Her small purse was on the floor and she leaned down to pick it up before grabbing my hand and letting me help her out.

“Good night, Carl,” she said, her cheeks only slightly pink as she nodded at him. “Thank you for everything.”

I wanted to grab that polite little ass and slam it against the side of the limo. Then, I’d flip her skirt up so I could slam the rest of me right into…

“Dorian,” Demi whispered, turning to look at me like she knew exactly what was on my mind.

Of course she did. I could feel the fucking lecherous look on my face.

Carl got into the limo and pulled away, driving farther into the parking lot. I looked down at Demi, biting my lip when she smiled up at me shyly.

“You want me to drive you home?” I asked, licking my lips nervously. I had to make sure. I couldn’t just drag her upstairs if she wasn’t ok with it.