She straddles me, her knees digging into my hips as she kisses my face. “Fuck me. I don’t care about muffins or cars or trips to Paris. I just want your cock.”
“I thought you wanted to elicit deep, dark, personal confessions from me.”
“I can’t help that I want to know everything about you.” Her nails dig into my neck. “I want to steal your fucking soul. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I run my hands over her soft skin, splaying them over the curvy thighs. Crooking my head down, I capture her mouth.
Her hands slide down my chest to rest on my rib cage above my heart.
So that I don’t tell her I’m fucking stupid in love with her, I slide her down. My cock splits her open as she throws her head back, whining with the pleasure.
Her legs tremble as she seats on me, her tight cunt stretching and flexing around my cock.
“So good… So unfair. You feelso good.”
Punching a groan out of me, she teases herself on my cock, rolling her hips slowly.
“Fuck that.” Angling backward, I thrust up into her. Her back arches against my hands on her waist as I pull out and hit deep inside of her.
She pants against my mouth as I rut up into her, holding her steady at one point so I can wring another orgasm from her clit. She comes, knees clenching against me, bruising my hips, my cock filling her, my fingers on her clit.
She’s planting sloppy kisses over my upper lip then my eyelids as I pull her hips closer to me so I can fuck her good and hard. I force her down on my cock as I ram it up insideof her, taking her tight cunt over and over until I’m spilling my balls into the condom.
She moans as I press kisses on the swell of her tits, take the belt off her neck, and admire the red lines on her creamy skin.
“Let’s leave,” I murmur against her soft mouth.
“We just got here. I don’t want to go back to work,” she whispers.
“No, let’s go away someplace where I don’t have to share you with anyone else.”
“Oooh, but I thought you really wanted to have a threesome.”
“That’s not… You’re the one who—”
She slaps my pec, laughing.
“Seriously, for real, though. Did you ever?” I ask then regret it.
“I grew up on a commune, just like you.” Her nose bumps mine.
“Not like me.” I blow out a breath.
She’s still laughing then mimics me. “Seriously, for real, though. Did you ever?”
“No.”
“So you’re practically a virgin. Now I really feel bad for taking advantage of you.” She pats my chest and climbs off me.
“Nuh-uh.” She picks up the belt and waves it in a vaguely threatening manner at me when I try to stand up. “I’m taking a page out of your book and getting in touch with my masculine side,” she tells me, digging in my pants on the floor for my wallet. “I’m just here to use hot pieces of ass for sex.”
She yanks my credit card out of the wallet.
I lean back against the couch, watching her, eyelids heavy. Then I frown as she gets dressed, pulling on her coat over my dress shirt.
“Where the hell are you going?” I run after her as she darts to the door and curse when she flings it open.
I’m pulling on my pants, hopping on one leg, while Truman watches from upstairs, yawning, apparently still exhausted from his seven-hour nap earlier today, when Jenna trots back in, carrying two steaming boxes of pizza and an ice-cold two-liter of Coke.
