Free MrBigStuff-epub by RG Alexander Page B

just yet. Not now.
    Her car door was yanked open and she gasped in surprise before realizing it was Jefferson. He’d parked on the street, but he must have followed her into the garage.
    “You scared me.”
    He pulled her out of the car as if she weighed nothing and immediately pressed her against it. “You scare me too.”
    She melted into his arms when he started to kiss her, his teeth tugging on her lower lip, his tongue caressing hers while his hands disappeared beneath the black skirt of her dress.
    Her hands dropped to his forearms and she turned her head to catch her breath. “Jefferson, my place is right upstairs.”
    One hot, rough hand was already beneath the lace triangle of her thong, fingers slipping through her arousal. “I don’t care. Now, Caroline. Here.”
    It was late afternoon. It wouldn’t be long before her neighbors started to fill the garage as they came home from work. This is where she lived. They couldn’t…
    She moaned when he nuzzled the plunging neckline out of the way and took one breast into his mouth, his finger thrusting deep inside her, clouding her judgment.
    I want to fuck you in that dress.
    “God.”
    He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “Bend over the hood of the car.”
    She loved the rasp in his voice. She waited for him to step back before she complied, her legs weak. “Yes, sir.”
    “Fuck,” he swore. She heard the sound of foil ripping as she watched the entrance to the parking garage. Cars were whizzing by, completely oblivious to what they were about to do. What Jefferson was about to do to her.
    She bit her lip hard, her fingers curling along the silver metal when he pushed her skirt up to her waist and ran his palms along her bruised cheeks. “Does it hurt, Caroline?”
    “In a good way,” she assured him shakily.
    He squeezed her flesh and she moaned. “Better?”
    “ Yes .”
    His fingers hooked under the slip of fabric between her cheeks and tugged it to the side. She heard him growl and then he was there, the thick head of his cock pushing inside her.
    “Jefferson,” she moaned softly when he was all the way in. Her voice echoed through the garage.
    One hand left her hip and he leaned over her and covered her mouth, his lips against her temple. He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before he started to pump inside her. Deep, hard strokes that made her whimper against his palm.
    “That’s right, Caroline,” he whispered harshly. “Jesus, that’s good. I was going to do it right, I swear. I was going to draw it out and make you beg again. I was going to use my belt the way you dared me to but I couldn’t fucking wait.”
    Don’t wait , she wanted to scream at him. Take me. Fuck me. Take what’s yours. But all she could do was cry against his hand.
    His hips were pounding hard and fast against hers, the only sounds in the darkened garage were the slapping of their flesh and her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the hood of the car.
    Then he was whispering in her ear again. “God, I can’t stop. I never want to stop. You’re so wet. Hot and wet and tight and I can’t get enough. Am I hurting you, baby?”
    She shook her head, drowning in sensations. The hand on her mouth taking her breath away. Her breasts pressed against her car and the scrape of his shirt’s buttons on her back. The stretch of her sex as he took her with a need that bordered on violence. He wasn’t hurting her, he was giving her the kind of passion she couldn’t resist.
    Her mouth opened on another cry and then she bit at his palm, scraping her teeth along the flesh below his thumb.
    “There’s my wildcat,” he growled, not lifting his hand away. “There’s my bad girl. You like this don’t you? Knowing you can push me over the edge? Knowing I can’t wait another minute to get inside?”
    She nodded and he bit her neck in approval and shuddered against her. The hand still on her hip slipped around until his fingers were caressing her clit and