I pushed the door closed behind me without taking my eyes off her. The polite thing to do would be to look at her place and give her a compliment.
But I didn’t give a damn about being polite.
My hands moved to her hips, and my mouth pressed against hers. Her petite frame was yanked against mine, and the kiss that ensued burst with sparks. I sucked hard with my lips because I couldn’t get enough of her. My tongue danced with hers, making up for the harshness I just extended.
My hands slid down her body until I gripped her perky ass, her toned muscles luscious as hell. One of the last things she said to me in private was that she only wanted me, not Connor. The thought made my dick thicken another centimeter, at least.
I guided her backward until I entered her living room. Instead of taking the time to find her bedroom, I settled for the large sofa in her Pottery Barn look-alike living room. The thin dress was pulled over her head, revealing her naked tits. With hard nipples and flushed skin, she looked desperate for a deep fuck. Her jet-black hair was aching for my fist.
I ended our kiss so I could watch my fingertips glide down her smooth skin. I felt her shoulders and her slender arms then streaked down her tits that were as tight as her ass, and moved down her belly. My forefinger touched the diamond hanging from her navel, and then I reached the lace of her black panties.
I licked my lips automatically, my entire body hot at the idea of fucking her. The surprise she gave me when I opened the door made this clandestine meeting even sexier. I’d never seen a woman look so perfect, so real.
My cock was as hard as steel.
She reached for my jeans and loosened them as she looked up at me. She bit her bottom lip then released it, letting her lip flick up. Her breathing intensified, and the longer she didn’t kiss me, the more intense the moment became.
I listened to the zipper move down.
I heard the button snap open.
I watched her eyes narrow as she pushed down my jeans and boxers.
My dick pulsed for her, greeting her with a profound twitch.
She licked her lips.
Damn.
She pushed my bottoms to my knees then pulled my long-sleeve over my head. When I was naked for her to appreciate, she touched me the same way I’d just touched her. She glided her fingers over my naked body, lightly stroking the defined areas of muscle as she sank lower.
She moved down my abs and slowly approached my cock.
Finally, her fingers gently touched my length, her warmth making my cock twitch instinctively.
Damn, it felt good.
Her other hand moved to my balls, and she gently massaged the most tender area of my body with her long fingernails. Her other hand pumped my dick and smeared my own lubrication down my length.
I kept my eyes focused on her, but my strength was starting to fade away. The instant my dick was in her hands, I lost all my power. All forethought evaporated. All I could think about was sticking my dick in every hole she possessed.
I dipped my fingers underneath her panties and found her clit. It was covered in arousal, and she was so slick my fingers slid all over her folds. It seemed like she was slathered in an entire bottle of lube—except she produced it all on her own.
And she did it because of me.
I didn’t need to prime her for my big dick. I needed to give her twenty minutes of foreplay to ensure she would come. She was ready for me even before I arrived on her doorstep.
I pulled my hand out of her panties and stared at the stickiness between my fingertips. When I stretched my fingers apart, the substance stretched too. I felt the slickness on my skin before I sucked everything off.
Her eyes smoldered, and her lips parted once more.
I wanted to feel her lubrication with my dick, not my fingertips. I wanted to sink into that warm and wet pussy until I was balls deep. I wanted to feel her bare walls, feel her constrict around me more intimately. “My papers are in my pocket.” I’d stopped by my usual clinic before I went to work. “Yours?”
“On the kitchen table.”
I was clean, and I was sure she was too. I didn’t want to halt the moment to read the results myself. If she had something to tell me, she would say it. And I’d be rolling on a condom right now if my results were anything but unremarkable.
“How do you want it?” I’d give her whatever she asked for. It didn’t make a difference to me what the position was because I would enjoy it regardless. But I was her slave, the man she wanted to use over and over.
She urged me onto the couch and I sat down, my frame resting against the cushions.
She straddled my hips and sat on my lap, my dick rubbing against her cheeks. With her hands secured to my shoulders, she guided herself up and forward, her eyes on me.
I pointed my dick at her entrance then pulled her down my length.
There were no words to describe what I felt.
Just perfect pussy.
I rolled my head back and gritted my teeth as the sigh of satisfaction swallowed me whole. I’d been bareback with women before, but it was never like this. She had the tightest and slickest pussy in the entire world.
My hips gripped her hips, and I pulled her tighter against me, filling her completely.
She lost her breath and flinched, my long length and thick size hurting her slightly. She breathed through the pain and focused on the pleasure. She bit her bottom lip in this sexy
