Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I sat straddling one of Dean's muscular thighs as he sat on the couch in our motel room, his leg firm beneath me. His fingers traced the band of my underwear. "You look so pretty like this," he whispered as I slumped against him, breathing heavy.
I bit down on his bicep, leaving another mark with the others I already put there. Then I sank my teeth into his shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave a light bruise or small indents in his skin.
"Shut up," I muttered, kissing his neck as I moved my one leg over his other, now straddling his lap completely.
"What? I can't compliment you?" he asked, hands clamping down on my hips, fingers pressing into my skin hard enough that I knew his fingerprints would be left behind.
He dragged my hips forward, making a whine fall from my lips as the bulge in his jeans brushed against me. Still sensitive from my last orgasm, I was caught in that conflicting feeling of wanting him to keep going and the oversensitivity yelling at me to stop.
"What part of shut up do you not understand?" I bit out, sliding my hands down his bare chest to his belt buckle.
"Come on, if I listen to you the first time, then you don't boss me around as often," he teased as I pulled his belt out of the loops of his jeans. "And you know how much I like it when you tell me what to do."
Taking his face in my hands, I leaned closer. "Well, then shut the fuck up for once." I kissed him.
"Don't get all high and mighty," he whispered between kisses. "Let's not forget you were just grinding all over my leg. So why don't you lift your hips for me, baby?"
Hands on his shoulders, I pushed myself up, waiting for him to tug the lace underwear down my legs only to hear the fabric ripping instead, leaving me in only my bra. "You fucking asshole," I bit out. "I told you to stop that."
"You also said I couldn't steal any of your underwear," he quipped. "But I didn't listen to that rule either." His hand slid up my thighs, over my hips, and paused at my waist.
"Yeah, well, have fun begging now." I sat back down on his lap. "Because your dick is staying in your pants unless you do."
A frustrated growl worked its way past his lips. The sound sent a shiver down my spine.
God, he was so hot.
"Make me beg again and I promise you the second you let me, I will fuck you so hard," he bit out, clearly tired of my antics. "And remember, ten minutes ago, you were on my thigh begging me to put my--"
