“W-what?” she whispered.

“I should just use you to get myself off. Bad girls don’t get to come.”

She could feel his knuckles where he gripped his shaft against her. Guiding it through her folds. She tilted her hips, hinging forward so his head grazed her clitoris. Her legs shook, her core clenching greedily.

But Brick wasn’t done torturing her. He dragged the head of his cock back through her wetness and up the valley of her behind. Back and forth with violent strokes of his hand. He could make her come like this. When she was strung this tight, he could make her come doing anything.

“But then it’s just as much a punishment for me if I don’t get to feel you choking the life out of my dick.”

Dirty-talking Brick Callan was irresistible.

He reached around her, shoving his hand into her dress to close around her breast. Her nipple instantly pebbled against his palm. His fingers tugged, rolled the sensitive bud until she whimpered.

She bowed her back hard and stepped her feet as wide as the box would allow, wondering if she would come or break into a thousand pieces from the pressure building inside her.

“I’ve got a bar full of people waiting for drinks. And you make me drag you out here to remind you who the fuck you belong to.” He was panting now, jacking his cock hard against her. Every time he nudged her clitoris, she saw stars, and her body quaked.

He was going to come jerking himself off against her because he wanted her that much.

She felt vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

With one soft grunt, he started coming against her. His fingers spasming hard over her tender nipple. The slick head of his arousal nudged that needy bundle of nerves again, spurting hotly at the same time, and Remi went off. Exploding like fireworks, her inner walls rolled through the orgasm.

She whimpered as he aimed his next spurt against the tight hole between her cheeks. And then he was feeding his still-coming cock into her still clenching core.

“Take it. Take me, Remington,” he said on an animalistic groan. He bucked into her, forcing her to take more and more.

With the hand that had been pumping his cock, he covered her mouth a second before a scream ripped from her throat.

He powered into her on an abrupt thrust, bringing her up onto her toes. Her cry was muffled by his hand.

“Fuck,” he gritted out against her ear. “Fuck.”

The thick penetration, the lubrication from his never-ending orgasm, it was so fucking good. So magical.

As he spurted hotly inside her, Brick slid an arm around her hips, lifting until her feet were no longer in contact with the box, and then he started fucking her. Short, hard drives as she hung over his arm like a rag doll coming on his shaft.

The desperation of his possession rolled her orgasm into another.