Her Tattooed Fighter by Jenika Snow Page A

him had the caveman inside of him roaring. The filthy things he imagined doing to her played through his mind. They were images of him and her in one of these dangerous dark alleys, her pressed against the wall, and him pounding into her so hard that she never would question who she belonged to. He may want to dominate her that way, but he wouldn’t. She was too good for that, and he would no doubt scare the fucking shit out of her and disgust her if he tried it. No, she deserved nice and sweet, with maybe a little roughness thrown in because he couldn’t help himself in that regard.
    “Baby, you want to go back to my place?” He started kissing and licking at the sweet flesh of her throat, unable to help himself because he was addicted to the flavor of her. She pulled back, and he cupped her face. “Because I really want you pretty fucking badly right now.” The way her pupils dilated even though it was dark outside, and the fact he could practically smell her pussy become wet from his question, had a low rumble leaving him.
    “I know, I can feel.” Sunny reached between them and gripped his erection. A low growl left him, and just as he dipped his head to take her mouth she placed a finger on his lips. She stared at him for a long second.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I haven’t talked to my dad about us since you two spoke at the center, but he doesn’t really act like he is upset about the whole thing. I need to know how he took it, or if you even told him about us.” And just like that his hard-on vanished.
    “I had every intention of doing that when I went to talk to him at the center, but then he stared going on about this big fight coming up with Mack, how a lot of money was on the line, and I could tell how stressed he was. I didn’t think that was the best time to tell him I was fucking his daughter.” She smacked him on the arm, and he grinned. “Well, and that I care about her a lot.” He looked around, feeling his skin tighten with apprehension. “I told him I’d stop by tomorrow to talk. Figured he’d be less inclined to kick my ass if we are on his turf. Or maybe more inclined? Hell, he’ll probably kick my ass regardless.”
    Standing out in the open like this for a long period of time was dangerous. He would certainly fuck anyone up that thought to come near her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to get into a brawl in the middle of the shitty part of the city. He kissed her quickly and took her hand again. He led them to his Mustang and helped her inside. He had been so worried about getting her out of the warehouse that he hadn’t even put a shirt on. After grabbing one from his bag and putting it on, he was in his car and driving away a few minutes later. Having her so close, and in his car had his deflated arousal rearing up again. His dick became hard from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. He couldn’t get to his place fast enough, especially not when she reached over, pulled his cock free, and proceeded to give him road-head. Hell, his normally timid little Sunny was taking the reins.
    “Sunny—” Her name came from him on a strangled groan, but was cut off as she hollowed out her cheeks and took him in deep. “Shit, baby,” he breathed out roughly, not able to think clearly let alone say what he wanted to.
    She pulled away from long enough to say, “I’ve never done this before. Am I doing it okay?”
    “Yeah, baby. You’re really fucking good at it.” She smiled and went back to moving her mouth up and down on his dick, and he tightened his hands so hard on the steering wheel that his knuckles turned white. How in the hell was he supposed to drive? “Sunny, baby .”
    His words were cut off when she took as much of him as she could. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she fucking swallowed around him. The sound of her gagging shouldn’t have turned him on, but fucking holy fuck hell did it ever. Oh, Christ . It was so damn good. Her soft moans vibrated