Corbin has been called many things: cocky, dirty, a manwhore. And he never denied any of them. He likes women, all shapes and sizes. But the one girl he wants, the one he's known for a decade, and the most genuine person he knows, is his sister's friend. Being with her would cross a line.
In the past Izabella has watched Corbin go through women like they were flavors of ice cream. And despite that she still wants him, but compared to the women he goes after she's as plain as they come.
But when she's stranded at a bar, she finds herself seeking out Corbin's help. Maybe it's the liquid courage, but she's not going to stop herself from being with him, not when he clearly wants her, as well.
The only problem is what will happen once morning comes?
Be Warned: spanking, rimming, public exhibition
The kiss turned into something stronger, more violent in nature. It was hot as hell.
“You taste so damn good, baby.”
Izabella tilted her head, and he fucked her mouth harder. Corbin speared his hands in her hair, caressing her scalp as their tongues stroked along each other, as he took control and showed her with his lips and tongue exactly how much he wanted her. Soon he’d have his cock in that sweet pussy of hers, and there would be no going back, ever.
She made little mewling noises, the sound spearing straight to his cock, having the fucker jerk and get even harder.
“Straddle me, Izabella. Got on top of me so I can fuck you.”
Hearing her moan had the tip of his dick getting wet with pre-cum.
She started to shift, and soon she was on top of him, her legs spread, her jean-covered cunt right on his cock. She ground her pussy on his erection while she pressed her breasts into his chest, their kiss never ending.
“You want this, me?” he asked in between kisses.
“Then fucking tell me.”
“I want you, Corbin. I need you.” She breathed those words against his mouth.
“Then take my cock out and put it inside of you, Izabella.” He all but groaned the words, his arousal so strong it was strangling him, sucking the very air from his lungs.
She reached between them at the same time she kissed him, her tongue moving over his lips before sliding inside. He gave her this small moment of control, let her be the one to suck on his tongue, to have the power. But he’d be controlling the situation soon enough, because submitting was not something Corbin did. Ever.
She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down, and no fucking way was he about to stop this, no matter that they were in the cab of his truck. He was a selfish bastard, and Izabella was his in all ways. She’d know that soon enough, and would have to come to accept that, because the alternative was not an option.