I stride to the couch and scoop up my purse. As I dig into it, looking for my phone, a low growl sounds next to me. I catch a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye before Paul's hands are on the back of my thighs, pulling me down on top of him.
I straddle him, and he slams his mouth to mine in a searing kiss that steals my breath. Running my hands through his thick, dark hair, I pull him toward and away from me as my slick core grinds against his hard bulge.
"Oh, fuck." Paul breaks away, staring at me with anger and frustration. "Why did you come out here? How am I supposed to stay away from you when you're walking around in nothing but that?"
He leans forward before I can respond, sucking my nipple through the shirt.
"Oh, God, yes!" I arch into him, moaning as his teeth grip my nipple tightly. "Oh, God." I'm lightheaded with need. I grind against him shamelessly, writhing in his lap as his hands knead my ass.
"You walk around with this thick ass in my face and expect me not to do anything about it?" He smacks my butt hard.
I moan, releasing a wave of desire that soaks his underwear as I try to find some friction.
"You're such a fucking tease, Skylar."
I've always thought I had a praise kink, but his harsh words are a direct line to my clit, and I suddenly wonder if I also like being called names sometimes.
"Who's teasing? I'm yours to fuck." I eye him, holding my breath and hoping he takes me up on my offer.
The corners of Paul's mouth lift slightly at my response, and he leans forward, sucking and licking love bites along my neck. "Dirty girl," he whispers. "I just wish you didn't smell like Hunter. Next time, you wear my shirt, got it?"
I pull back and nod, not missing the fact that he said next time. Reaching for the hem of the T-shirt, I lift it over my head and toss it aside.
"Oh, fuck." Paul's eyes darken, and he reaches for my tits, thumbing my hard nipples.
I moan, needing his cock in my mouth right fucking now.
Sliding from his lap onto the floor, I press his legs open. His eyes are trained on me as I reach for his underwear and pull the waistband down. His hard, thick cock springs free. I lick my lips at the sight of the pre-cum glistening at the tip, wrapping my fist around his shaft. He's so thick, my mouth waters. I pump him twice and lean forward. My bare breasts glide along his thighs,the rough hair teasing my nipples. I lick my lips again and open my mouth wide.
"Jesus Christ, Skylar," Paul moans as I swallow his cock, getting it nice and slick so I can pump him with my fist. I swirl my tongue around the head, moaning as the taste of his pre-cum hits the back of my throat.
Paul thrusts into my mouth, then he stills as if he's trying to stop himself. I take him deep into my throat, letting him know I can handle it.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, God, Skylar." He chants my name, thrusting as I soften the back of my throat. My eyes water, and I drool around his cock, but his moans of ecstasy spur me on.
"Shit, stop," he commands.
I release him quickly, leaning back on my heels, panting as I try to catch my breath. His strong hands grip my arms, and he pulls me into a standing position. His blue eyes are dark and stormy as I stare at him, waiting for him to send me away.
Instead, he pulls me down, laying me on the couch and kissing his way down my body. He laves my right nipple, then moves to the left. His tongue snakes along my lower stomach, and I gasp when he finds my clit. Opening my legs wide, he slots himself between my thighs as his tongue works miracles against my clit.
I've already come multiple times tonight, but I'm a greedy bitch, desperate to fall apart at his touch.
"You're so wet. Is that from earlier?"
I nod, tugging his head up as he goes down on me again. "I want you to fuck me. Please."
He grins up at me. "Your wish is my command, Skylar."
Paul crawls up my body, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He eyes my lips as if he wants to kiss me but is stopping himself for some reason.
I grab the back of his head and lift up, planting my lips to his and kissing him with my entire heart. I desperately try to recallHolly's advice, but that bitch has a true love. I want all of mine, even if it's only for one night.
Paul moans into my mouth as he runs his hard, thick length through my release. He pulls back, looking down between us as he notches the head against my opening. Gazing into my eyes, he slides home.
"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I moan as he slowly fills me. His thick length grazes my inner walls with a delicious friction, and I pant as I try to get used to him.
Paul watches me, his jaw clenched as he thrusts forward with a moan. I grip his biceps as he bottoms out and stills inside me. "Oh, God." He lowers his forehead to mine, our breath mixing intimately. "You are so fucking tight," he grits out.
