Taking What's Wicked (Forced Submission Book 5) by Alexa Riley Page A

she’s got on. Nothing is sexier than a woman who’s confident, even more so when she’s not afraid to show it.
    She’s wearing a short, skin-tight dress that shows off every curve of her body. Running up her legs are black stockings. An inch or so of garter belt shows on her thigh, the rest of the fabric disappearing under her dress. It makes me want to know what kind of underwear it’s connected to. Her tits look like they’re dying to escape the top of her dress, her cleavage overflowing and jiggling slightly as she moves. One good tug and I could free them for her, taste her fat nipples, drag my teeth across them. I could leave red marks from my beard behind. I plan on being rough with them to show her what happens when you hang them out like a slut.
    The only thing that makes her costume look like a witch’s outfit is the hat. Everything else is just a slutty dress on a girl looking for a good time. The blush that hit her cheeks didn’t seem so slutty, but her dress is saying something else. Her dress tells me she’s horny and needs some dick. But her innocent blush is saying she’s a good girl looking for a bad boy for the night. I’m more than willing to give her all she can handle and more. I’ll give her all ten inches of me, deep into her warm cunt. Whether she lets me or not, it’ll be mine.
    I openly roam my eyes over her body, not even trying to hide it. If she wants to dress like a whore, I’m going to look my fill and let her know I like what I see. When I finally pull my eyes back to hers, she looks even shyer.
    I reach over to the bar, pushing her half-full glass away from her. “I want you to remember everything I’m going to do to you tonight. I won't have it hazy because you drank too much. I want you to know every detail of me fucking you.”
    Her breathing picks up at my words, making her lick her plump red lips. She likes my dirty talk, her body coming alive at my words. Gone is her annoyance at my dismissing her next drink, and it’s replaced by desire. Just what I expected. This is almost too easy.
    “You’re cocky.” She grins when she says it. Playfully trying to poke me. She has no idea who she’s playing with given the things I’ve been picturing doing to her all night. Her voice makes my cock jerk in my pants, and the need gets stronger. Fuck. Just a look and she has me wanting to cum all over myself. I’m really starting to think the witch costume isn’t really a costume at all.
    Ignoring her, I lean into her body, placing my hand on her thigh. Her legs open a little on their own, as if her body knows what I’m about to do. She’s showing me how much she likes my touch and how much she needs some attention. It’s making this that much easier. I take the opening to slide my hand further up her legs until I reach her silk panties. I touch just the tip of my finger against her, and I start to tease her with little strokes. After only a few secret touches, her panties dampen and her clit hardens for me. Her slutty cunt is begging for some dick. I’ve got one more than willing to oblige.
    I need to get her out of here. There are prying eyes everywhere, and I need to get her away from the crowd and all the people paying attention to us. I don’t blame them; I couldn’t keep my eyes off her either. But what we have in store for her, no one needs to see. I feel the wicked grin spread across my face, and I lean in closer to whisper in her ear.
    “I’m going to show you just how cocky I can be. All night.”
    She pushes herself into my hand, but I pull back a little. I won’t make her cum here; she could get what she wants, then change her mind. I have to get her out of here before I seal the deal.
    She lets out a little frustrated grunt when I pull my hand away from her warmth and slide it out of her dress, back down to her knee.
    “You want to cum? I’ll make you cum all night. I’ll have you cumming over and over until your body can’t take any more.”
    She looks at