Damn him for refusing to trust me enough.
Damn him for being so attractive, making me incapable of ignoring him like I’d insisted we do.
And damn him straight to hell for the kiss that literally took my breath away.
Everything else was momentarily forgotten as Viper claimed my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside. Light faded from every nook and cranny and even the sound of the dogs faded into little more than a distant hum.
That’s how powerful the man’s kiss was, so passionate he’d blindsided me with the fury and desire, the necessity that bordered on obsessive.
My toes were off the ground, his massive arms holding me in midair. I still had my fingers wrapped around his shirt, tugging and pulling in a reflex. The taste of him was incredible, spice and peppermint, a combination that seemed to awaken every one of my senses.
Or maybe that was because Viper wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
I rolled one hand over his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his hair and I inhaled his scent. Whatever soap he’d showered with was manly, a hint of musk and citrus an incredible combination.
He swung me around, sliding his hand under my bottom. In reaction, I wrapped both legs around him as he dominated my mouth and tongue. Every sound was guttural, like we were beasts and nothing more. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him, even sucking on his tongue. He pulled away briefly, his eyes hooded as he stared down at me.
The way a slow and steady smile crossed his face was an indication of the naughty things he had in mind. Then he dragged his rough tongue along my jawline, taking his time while keeping a firm hold on me. I had a sense he wasn’t about to let me go even if I wanted him to.
Which I didn’t.
The hunger was raw, spiraling through every muscle while his presence left me in awe. I was shocked how much more powerful he seemed while his desire exploded at the same rate as mine. He yanked my head closer, holding our lips just together before brushing his lightly across mine.
“Grace.” As he whispered my name, the shudder of a single syllable screamed of possession.
The feel of his hard cock throbbing against me kept me breathless, every inch of skin tingling. He explored my mouth as he’d done before, only taking his time. Everything about the man was dominating and when I dug the fingers of one hand into his neck, he growled, the sound floating between us.
With no objection, he took long strides toward the house, one step taking him onto the porch he’d just built. We both struggled for the door handle, the rugged man finally kicking the door in.
He broke the kiss, leaving us both completely breathless. “Dogs. Inside. Now.”
His command was not to be ignored by anyone and the dogs dutifully obeyed. He wasn’t interested in wasting the time heading upstairs, walking into the kitchen instead where the kiss resumed.
I was the one who heard the empty water bowl being dragged across the kitchen floor, forcefully pushing Viper away. As I gasped for air, he cocked his head. “Water. They need water. Let me down.” I could barely manage to get the words out and with a hint of annoyance, he did as I asked.
“Hurry,” he gritted out just before yanking his shirt over his head. His abs were… truly to die for. A full eight-pack followed by the perfect V tapering to the rough edge of his jeans.
My core throbbed in response.
“Uh-huh.” I told a look at his broad chest, my mouth watering. With a solid blink, I yanked myself from the hypnotic state, dropping the bowl twice before I had it firmly in my hand. I was panting as I filled it with clean water, paying more attention to what he was doing than my little chore.
Water splashed over my hand and I laughed, more nervous than I’d been with him before. But as soon as the bowl was back in its place, I ripped off my dress, exposing the sin of refusing a bra.
His nostrils flared, his eyes flashing as a monster’s would seeing his prey. He swept the length of my body with his eyes, shaking his head. When I tried to take control of removing his jeans, he shoved my hands away, even pointing his finger at me like I’d done with him earlier.
“Hurry,” I said, mimicking him.
Of course, he slowed down, backing away so I couldn’t touch him. While he was content with driving me nuts while I was breathing heavily, I raked one hand down my neck, stretching it while I rolled the tip of a single finger around my already taut nipple. Two could play at being the tease.
Seeing his entire body stiffening, I could tell he was still on edge but for a different reason. While I continued to provide him with entertainment, he finally rolled his jeans over his hips, allowing me to catch another even better look at his cock. The sight of his long, thick dick was amazing. Yes, the urgency was there. Yes, my mouth watered. And yes, I was at the point of begging him to fuck me.
When he advanced, I pressed against the edge of the counter. The moment became surreal as he raked his arm across the counter, tossing items to the floor. As a bowl clanged on the tile, one of the dogs huffed in annoyance.
But we just didn’t care. He was ripping at his belt the same time I was. I laughed when he almost fell to the floor in trying to get his boots off. My giggle brought a strange, even more controlling look on his face just before he dared defy all sense of decency by sliding his fingers under the thin elastic of my thong. A single snap of his wrist and I’d lost one of my favorite pairs of panties.
“You’re right,” I huffed. “You’re a very dangerous man.”
“How so?” He crowded my space, his massive legs straddling mine. At first, he pushed me backward, planting his hands on the counter and leaning over. Maybe he was purposely keeping his hands free, but he didn’t need them to drive me crazy. He did so easily with his tongue, sliding the tip down the length of my neck while breathing hot air against my skin.
My eyes were closed, my palms firmly connected to his skin and I was on fire, my core exploding with flames. I’d never felt this desired in my life.
He nipped my earlobe, darting his tongue inside the shell of my ear. But he wasn’t done yet, continuing a trail to my shoulder and shoulder blade, tracing bones and muscles before pulling away so he could lean over and swirl his tongue around my nipple.
I crushed one arm around his head, holding him in place while he sucked on my aching bud. He took his sweet time, sucking and nipping, leaving me with rocketed sensations that tormented me all the way to my toes. I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling while I gasped for air.
A subtle laugh erupted from his throat as he moved to my other breast, his actions even slower. He was driving me crazy and he knew it.
With my eyes closed, I hadn’t noticed he’d moved his hand until he slipped it between my legs. Curling his fingers, he teased my clit, flicking the tips back and forth. I pushed one hand against his chest with enough force to try to move him.
He wasn’t budging.
I wiggled, the rush of need unlike anything I’d experienced with him before. Surprise kept me on edge, enjoying how different he could be even from the day before. He was finally exploring, refusing to buy into the statement I’d made about keeping this platonic. That was out the window.
A smile erupted from my lips, a soft laugh as he ran his thumb down the seam of my swollen pussy lips. I’d never experienced excitement like this in my life, an unforgiving moment where I was allowing someone to take full control. But here I was enjoying every moment of feeling safe enough to let go.
“What’s so funny, Dog Doctor?”
“Oh, nothing.”
He swirled his finger around my clit, pinching the tender tissue. “Tell me.”
I shook my head in response.
“Tell me.” His voice was deeper, darker.
“Not a chance.” My voice was barely audible from the extreme pleasure.
“Mmm… A very naughty girl. I can deal with that.” He was so strong, so huge and muscular that when he put his mind to something, nothing could stop him. He spun me around, lifting me inches off the floor at the same time. I had no idea what he was doing, nor did I care.
I should have anticipated his evil plans when I heard noises, but I was too lost in the decadence he’d offered. When he cracked something across my bottom, I shrieked sharply, laughing immediately afterward.
He chuckled in a dark, demanding way as he showed me the implement in his hand. A spatula. Of all things. He was spanking me with a kitchen tool.
I had the palms of my hands on the counter, tossing my head back when he cracked the heavy plastic against my backside once again. The moment was jarring, enough that my second cry was nothing but a strangled sound. Blinking, I still couldn’t react fast enough before he smacked my buttocks four times, the rhythm of moving from side to side perfect.
“Fuck,” I managed, panting as I finally pushed up from the counter.
“This is exactly what you need to calm you down.” Three more were brought down. I could swear each one was harsher than the last.
“I don’t need to be calmed down.”
Two more, both on my sit spot. “Evidently, you do.”
Just as I threw my head over my shoulder, he began the spanking in earnest, taking his time to cover every inch of my bottom with the spatula. Knowing I wasn’t going anywhere didn’t mean I wasn’t interested in pushing the boundaries.
Which I did.
Along with trying just once to escape.
Which didn’t work.
He fisted a handful of hair in response, using the implement to calm me down as he’d already mentioned. I was breathless within seconds, my palms still on the counter while I pressed my face against the surface. Thank God, the small island didn’t have a back, or my face would be smashed against the wall. And I wouldn’t have cared.
The spanking continued for a few seconds but the clamor of the spatula being tossed aside brought a smile. He was something else, his massive hands gripping the outside of my thighs and a portion of my hips.
I moaned as soon as he lifted me off the edge, raking one arm across the counter as I tried to see what he was doing. His tongue answered me seconds later, dipping into my wetness with an agonizing need that used speed and repetition.
His tongue left a hot, aching trail, the anticipation eating me alive. He moved from one leg to the other, ignoring my pussy altogether. I was shocked by the incredible sensations, rocked into a quiet moment as his lips inched ever so close to my pussy.
Yet he was holding back, still tormenting me because of my earlier behavior. I finally closed my eyes, incapable of moving a muscle. Only then did he see my lack of movement as a win, finally darting his tongue against my wetness.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“Uh-huh.” That’s the only answer I could provide, the excitement keeping me on a sweet edge and incapable of talking.
He finally slipped his tongue around my clit so lightly I wasn’t certain that was what I felt. He was gentle in his actions, taking his time. No one had ever gone down on me the way he was doing. Slowly. Patiently. Bringing me to a sweet edge then backing off.
This had to be the hottest thing I’d ever done, especially with a man. My eyes were cinched shut as he darted a couple of fingers inside. The way he flexed them open, thrusting in another perfect rhythm almost brought me straight to an orgasm.
Damn if he didn’t pull back again, using the perfect amount of pressure. Panting, my skin and pussy were already ignited into a fire, the spark only growing. Yet seconds later, I realized he was truly trying to drive me into a state of sheer ecstasy.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“Please make me come.”
“Such an impatient woman. Perhaps you need another spanking.”
“No!” My moan was ragged followed by a short laugh. He continued licking me, sucking on my clit and totally ignoring me.
Seconds passed and I was driven into a sweet, blissful lull.
“You taste so good I don’t want to stop.”
“Please do. I mean, please let me come.” Every inch of me ached, my nipples hard like glass. I knew the moment he pulled his head away and I whimpered, biting my lower lip to keep from pleading once again.
But he wasn’t finished, resuming his feast with a tongue that now lashed my tender tissue. If he thought I could hold on any longer, he was dead wrong. He knew what he was doing, flicking his tongue around my clit while using his fingers to fuck me long and hard.
Finally, an orgasm ripped through me, one so beautiful I jerked up from the counter. There were golden stars in front of my eyes, all flashing by in an endless stream. The tidal wave left me in sheer rapture. Only when I finally dropped my head did he stop moving.
But not for long. I was turned around to face him once again, my butt still on the counter. I shifted a slow and steady gaze down to his thick cock, marveling in the sight of several beads of pre-cum covering his slit. One day he would allow me to suck him dry. The wicked thought brought a giggle and I could tell by the light dilation in his eyes he knew exactly what I was thinking.
This time as he leaned over, I shifted backward on my hands. “Is this what you want?” he asked while pumping his shaft up and down several times.
“Yes. God, yes.”
He yanked one leg around him then the other before driving the tip against my pussy lips.
I gripped his arm, squeezing his muscle as a way of begging him not to tease me any longer. He thrust his dick inside in one movement, long and hard.
My moan from before escalated as his cock filled me completely.
The moment and the feel of him was incredibly arousing. I’d never felt so alive or so full because no man had ever been this big. Not that I was complaining. He slowly threw his head back, his chest rising and falling as he stopped all actions.
Other than his cock throbbing.
When he finally lowered his head, his eyes narrowed. “You are fucking gorgeous. You drive me insane. So insane.”
Laughing, I lifted my hips off the counter, forcing him in even deeper. “Good.”
Maybe my word provided a release because instead of complaining about my lack of patience, his failed completely as he fucked me.
We moved together in a crazy rhythm, the intensity of our desires outweighing everything else. The look in his eyes was completely carnal, a hungry man who would take what he wanted.
I’d never found that attractive before, but with him, everything was spectacular.
Touch.
Taste.
Domination.
And the way he drove me nuts as well.
Maybe we were a match made in heaven. The thought kept me smiling, only changing when he altered my position.
I’d never known I was so limber. When he planted my feet on the edge of the counter, I was reminded how tall and muscular he was.
And how wide open I’d suddenly become. I sensed just how much when he pulled all the way out, growling as he stared at my dripping pussy. I should feel completely embarrassed but around him, I truly felt as beautiful as he’d told me I was.
He was still a complete mystery to me, a man with so much to hide. Maybe that added to how attracted I was to him.
Maybe the not knowing was exactly the way it should be. Anything else could be too much.
“Come for me again,” he commanded, which prevented my mind from spiraling into the darkness from before.
I pushed my knees further down, curling my toes as his actions became even rougher. His grip on my hips was almost painful, just like with the spanking, but with any anguish there’d been pleasure.
There was nothing like the feeling of floating on cloud nine. I was incapable of moving or uttering a word.
But my body wasn’t immune to his rough touches and within seconds, another climax slammed into me. More intense than the one before. I couldn’t speak or see anything, the fog in front of my eyes was so thick.
Of course, he was enjoying every moment of driving me crazy. His smile said so. But I could see strain on his face, even through the stubble covering his chiseled jaw. He was doing his best to keep from erupting deep inside, which was why I did my best to force it to happen.
All I had to do was squeeze my muscles and there was no way he could ignore the pressure or the little bit of control I stole from him.
Even if I’d pay for my naughtiness later.
I didn’t mind, not when I could tell he was finally letting go, even more so than before.
With our breathing labored, he drove into me like a primal beast and I met every brutal thrust with one of my own. Until we were left breathless and sweaty.
And still in desperate need.
Just as I couldn’t hold on any longer, responding with a wild orgasm that gripped my body in waves of pleasure, he finally let go.
The moment was breathtaking, leaving us both panting, my vision clouded.
When he gently fell on top of me, our bodies slickened by sweat, I had a terrible feeling he’d think this was a mistake.
Maybe it was, but right now, I wasn’t about to worry about errors made.
I’d followed my instinct and it was never wrong.