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“Your name?” I ask, my voice a deep whisper along her skin. “Or the next thing I bite won’t be your neck.”
“Do you promise?” Goose bumps explode across her skin as if the idea of my mouth biting a dozen areas of her body, each one more erotic than the one before, is tempting.
I brush her hair away, revealing a bare shoulder. “Last chance.”
“Laura.”
No, it’s not. A beautiful angel like her doesn’t have a name as simple as Laura. But I understand her reluctance to provide her actual name since I’m a stranger to her as much as she is to me. I will have that name by the night’s end, so I’ll play along for now.
“Okay, Laura. My name is Michael.” There’s no use in lying to her since I’m not interested in hearing her call any other name out when I pull an orgasm free from her.
She squirms in my hold, grinding her ass against my crotch as if to ease the discomfort.
“Careful. You’re playing with fire again.”
She suddenly spins around, catching me by surprise. Intrigued, I let her take control, curious to see what she’ll do next. She cups my face and pulls me down. Our mouths crash together like thunder in a storm, wild and unrestrained. My hand falls to her hip, gripping her tight while my free hand roams her figure, brushing against the side of her breast before squeezing. She pushes into my touch, needing more, seeking more. The way she responds to my touch is addicting.
My hands grip the back of her thighs, and I lift her, depositing her on the edge of the countertop. Finding the zipper on the back of her dress, I drag it down until the material falls off her shoulder and pools around her waist. With one flick of my wrist, the clasp holding her bra together snaps undone, and her ample breasts spill freely into my greedy hands.
“Fuck me,” I groan at the sight, rolling one nipple between my fingers while my mouth descends over the other.
“I plan to.” She throws her head back and arches her spine, pushing her chest further into my face. If this is how I die, suffocated by these magnificent breasts, then what a fine fucking way to go.
She pushes against my shoulders, and I take a step back, momentarily annoyed before I realize what she’s doing. When she slides off the counter, gravity takes over, and her dress pools around her feet.
My eyes run down her luscious figure, snagging on the lacy white thong and heels. Reaching out, I grab the front of the lace and tug, tearing the delicate fabric in one seamless movement. Bringing the destroyed lingerie to my nose, I take a deep breath and growl, “These are mine now,” before slipping them into my pocket without waiting for the permission I don’t need.
I can count on one hand the number of times I ever went down on Sophia during our marriage. I love eating a woman out; I just didn’t enjoy doing it to her. But with “Laura,” I can’t wait to dive between her legs. I need to know if she tastes as good there as her mouth does.
Her back arches violently against the counter when I descend on her bare pussy, crying out when I run my tongue the length of her. I take my time licking and stroking, devouring her like a treat I’ve been denied. When I slide a single finger inside, she moans as her walls clamp down greedily with no intention of letting go. After adding another, I work with my mouth to quickly bring her to the edge. She shatters against my mouth, and I savor every drop as her orgasm works its way through her.
Rising with a crooked smile on my lips, I lick her juices away from the corner of my mouth and tell her, “I knew you’d taste sweet.”
Without any hesitation, she pulls me close and kisses me, not giving a single fuck that I still taste like her. When she moans, I know she likes it.
I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, enjoying the way she drinks me in with a hungry look. I’m not gloating when I say I’m a handsome man. My daily workout includes a five-mile run, among other things like weightlifting and boxing, all of which have left me with a broad and powerful body.
Her eyes drop to my briefs. The tip of my cock pokes through the waistband, unable to be contained in the tight material. She pushes my briefs down, and my cock springs free, large and thick and powerful. Her mouth drops open in the cutest little O before she reaches out and strokes me from base to tip, drawing a deep groan from my mouth.
I reach forward, grab her waist, and spin her around before she can catch her breath.
“Look at us,” I growl into her ear and raise my eyes to the mirror.
When she doesn’t, I reach down and give her ass a good slap. She cries out from the surprise but not the pain. I follow it up with one hand to her breast, and the other slips between her slick folds, rubbing her clit in slow, firm circles until her cries transform into tiny moans.
“Look at us,” I repeat with a nip between her shoulder blades.
Finally, she opens her orgasm-drunk eyes and meets mine in the mirror. My body engulfs her smaller one, my arms encasing her, making it hard to tell where she ends, and I begin.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name and can only scream mine.”
“Oh fuck. Yes, please,” she moans as I push her down against the counter.
Something nags in the back of my mind, like I’m forgetting a crucial detail, but I’m lost. I’m done thinking. I only want to feel now.
Gripping the base of my cock, I push in slowly, inch by brutal inch. I glance down and watch with a guttural groan as her pussy takes my cock like it was made for me. She’s unbelievably tight, and the way she clenches around me causes sweat to bead on my forehead. “You’re so tight. And so perfect. You take my cock like a good fucking girl.”
“Holy…” she moans before shivering when I slide against that spot that steals her words for a moment. “Fuck—fuck me, Michael.”
