“So fucking hot.”
I ran my fingers through the hair at the back of his head.“What else did you notice?” I asked.
“How easily I can pull the dress aside." He tugged at the fabric, freeing my breast and caught my puckered nipple in his mouth.
My back arched into him, thighs already clenching. “We should get ready for the party… Our guests will be here soon...” It was a half-hearted excuse that he ignored by sliding his hands under my dress and finding my sensitive spot. He teased me with this thumb before pulling the fabric aside and sliding a finger into me.
“You shouldn’t be so wet if you wanted to be practical,” he hummed against my chest.
His words had my head falling back. The last thing I wanted right now was to be practical–his deft fingertips, his lips, the scrape of stubble against my skin–made sure of it.
Suddenly, he removed his lips from my chest, leaving a cool spot behind. I looked down to see him unzipping his pants, freeing his hard cock.
Instinctively, I licked my lips.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, his gaze dark.
I knew to obey.
“Spit on it,” he demanded.
I followed his directions, spitting on his cock between us and then using my fingers to spread it around before he surged into me.
I cried out in pleasure as I stretched to his size. And then he pumped into me, building a rhythm that had me gripping the counter, holding onto his shoulders, clinging to him with my legs until I was shaking, shuddering, begging for release.
I was on the edge when I heard the doorbell ring.
“Shit,” I muttered.
But he gripped my chin in one of his hands. “Look at me. I’m not answering that door until you come.”
My eyes widened in surprise. My lips even parted, and he took advantage, putting his thumb in my mouth. “Suck,” he commanded.
And again I obeyed.
“Eyes on me.”
I followed his every instruction, my legs shaking, pussy begging for release.
And just as the bell chimed again, my body gave in to the last of Ford’s commands. “Come with me.”
And I did, crying out with how good it felt.
He shuddered against me, huffing out my name.
And as the last of the waves faded, I looked at him, my cheeks flushed pink, his hair askew.
The doorbell rang again, and I laughed. He dropped his head to my shoulder, smiling. “Think there’s someone here?”
I bit my lip. “Someone’s here? I had no idea. I couldn’t hear them over my hair dryer.”
He kissed me again, making me melt into him.
Responsible? What’s that?
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