Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I kissed him, caressing his tongue with mine, and letting
him know, with every breath, moan, and rub of my hips that I
wanted him right now.
He slid his hand farther under my skirt, and I held his
bottom lip between my teeth, as I reached down and slid my
hand inside his jeans.
I took his cock in my hand, hard and hot muscle filling my
fist, and I started stroking him, making it harder and harder.
“Now,” I breathed out. “I want you now, Damon.”
He sucked in air between his teeth. “Say that again. With
my name.”
“I want you now, Damon.”
He lost it. He gripped my jaw, sinking his mouth into mine
for a hard, rough kiss, and then he pulled away to unfasten his
belt and jeans while still holding me against the wall.
I leaned back, my shirt ripped open but my tie still hanging
from my neck down the center of my chest. I felt him pull his
cock out, fit himself at my entrance as I held onto his
shoulders, and thrust his hips, pushing himself deep inside me.
Yes.
He hauled me up into his arms, my legs circling his waist
as he propped me up against the wall, and I tipped my head
back, moaning as he pumped his hips into me again and again.
His cock slid out and back in, deep and fast, his hips pounding
between my legs and making the whole funhouse shake. I
brought my head back down, forehead to forehead as he
fucked me, starting to roll my hips in little movements,
meeting his thrusts.
“Yeah,” I whimpered. “You feel so good.”
“Winter,” he said like a prayer, and I could hear the
pleasure-pain in his voice.
I kissed him again, dying to feel his skin and have all these
clothes off, but there was no way I could stop.