We were both so hard up we were about to come right in the middle of my living room.
“Thorn…” She gripped my shoulder for balance, her fingers cutting into me. “I’m about to come.”
“I know.” I kissed her as I stared into her eyes, perfectly aware of the way her pussy was tightening around my fingers.
“I want your big dick inside me.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get it.” I ended our kiss and peered down into her face. “But you’re going to come now.” I wanted her to understand she was at my mercy, that I had the power to make her feel anything that I chose. She could walk in the door then be climaxing two minutes later. I didn’t just have a big dick—I had a lot of other things.
She hooked her arm around my neck and stopped fighting the explosion between her legs. She looked into my eyes with her scorching ones, the cosmic ball of fire burning everything in my living room. She came around my fingers, tight and dripping. She ground her clit against my thumb, getting off to it even harder.
I enjoyed the show, my dick throbbing in her hand.
She bit her bottom lip before she released a powerful moan. Her breathing turned to quiet screams. Her nails nearly drew blood as she clung to me desperately. As the climax passed, she started to loosen her grip on me, her nails no longer cutting into me. The look she wore made my cock thicken even more because she wasn’t wearing her tough expression anymore. Her hardness had been stripped away, and now just the woman remained behind. She was real, vulnerable, and gorgeous.
I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Now I’ll give you my cock—and make you come again.”
Her hair was in disarray, her lips were swollen, and her makeup was slightly smeared. She lay beside me in the dark, the sheets and comforter kicked to the foot of the bed. She was turned on her side, so the prominent dip in her waist was noticeable. She was either tired from the hour or tired from the sex—maybe both.
My fingers started at her knee then slowly slid to her hips. I felt her softness, which was similar to touching a rose petal. Her toned legs were sexy, and the tightness of her waist from her abdominals was sexy too.
She was perfect.
My hand snaked over her hip until I reached the dip in her waist. My hand slid under her arm, and my thumb brushed over her ribs until I palmed one tit. Her body was mesmerizing. I’d been with a lot of women, controlled most of them, but none of them possessed her fine elegance. No matter what her position was, she had the firmest tits. Her olive skin was delicious. I’d already explored her body, but I wanted to taste her more. I wanted her to stay exactly like this. “You’re a very beautiful woman.” I lay beside her on the same pillow and hiked her leg around my waist. I’d already taken her so many times, but my cock was hardening all over again.
Her mouth didn’t smile, but her eyes did. “Thank you.” Her fingers explored the hardness of my chest and stomach. Her fingers traced the lines and grooves, feeling every inch of my visible strength. Sometimes she looked down at my skin, and sometimes she looked into my eyes. “You’re a pretty man.”
“Pretty?” I asked.
She chuckled. “Sexy man. Is that better?”
“Much.”
She pulled her hand away then peeked at the clock on my nightstand over my shoulder. “It’s getting late. I should get going…” She turned over and slid to the edge of the bed.
We’d gotten down to business without exchanging a single sentence. Now she didn’t try to spend the night or make small talk. She got what she wanted, and she was leaving without a backward glance.
I’d slept around a lot, and one-night stands were a major part of my resume. But while women claimed that was all they wanted, they always wanted more. They just took their time getting to the point.
But that didn’t seem to be the case with Autumn.
She really wanted nothing from me.
A woman as beautiful and successful as she could have any guy she wanted. She probably got tired of all the offers and didn’t want anything at all. Maybe that was why she was attracted to me—because I was the first man not to throw myself at her. My indifference was transparent. I made my cold intentions clear, and that was a relief to her.
I got out of bed and pulled on my sweatpants.
“You don’t have to walk me to the elevator.” She walked out of my bedroom naked, her gorgeous ass shifting from left to right as she moved. She had the perfect hourglass figure, a woman so sexy she looked like a walking sculpture.
I forgot to speak because I was staring at her so hard.
My dick hardened too.
I followed her into the living room and watched her pick up her thong from the ground and her bra from the couch. “I don’t mind.”
She pulled her black thong up her long legs then straightened the lace over her hips.
I stared, watching how naturally sexy she was. She wasn’t even trying to catch my attention, but she did it so effortlessly.
Her bra came next, the straps secure over her shoulders.
How could I fuck this woman so many times but still want her? “So, how is this going to work?”
“How is what going to work?” She didn’t look at me as she prepared herself for the outside world. She slipped her heels on her feet then grabbed her rain jacket off the ground.
“This.” I crossed my arms over my chest as I stood in front of the elevator.
She pulled the jacket around her body then straightened the collar as she looked into my eyes. “I wasn’t aware there was a this to discuss.”
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