By the time I’m finished with her mouth, she’s got her body pressed hard against mine, her arms around me, and her fingernails digging into my skin.
“If I thought you could fuck me quickly, I’d be into that,” she says, “But since we both know you’re not a quick-fuck kinda guy, I’m taking a raincheck.”
She’s right in that I like to take my time with her, but I also like giving her what she wants.
Curving one hand around her neck, I shift my other hand to her cunt. “Fuck, you’re wet.” She always is, but tonight, she’s more than ready for me.
Her body arches against mine as she grips my biceps. “I’m wet because you’re fucking hot when you’re in protector mode.”
I dip my face to her throat to kiss her there.
Her grip on me tightens. “And I was already turned on and desperate for your cock this morning. I mean, I planned out an entire weekend of how I want you to fuck me while I was sitting on the beach with Madison and the kids. I certainly don’t deserve a Mother of the Year award this year. Not when half my mothering time is spent thinking about your dick.”
I find her clit as I bite her neck. “We’re taking that weekend and you’re going to detail for me all those ways you want me inside you.”
“Donovan,” she moans when I rub her clit, “I was serious that I don’t have the energy for one of your marathon sessions.”
Before she knows what’s happening, I spin her and press her against the wall. I flick the button on my jeans and unzip myself, freeing my cock. “Spread your legs for me,” I growl, pushing my dick against her ass. “This is going to be fast and rough.”
Her legs are spread faster than they’ve ever been spread.
Her cheek is against the tiles.
Her hands are braced there too.
Layla knows that rough means rough, and she’s fucking panting for it.
I take hold of her hips and thrust inside of her.
As deep as I can.
As hard as I can.
The groan that leaves my lips is matched by the sound she makes.
She needs me filling her like this as much as I need it.
“Touch yourself,” I order, but I don’t have to. She’s already got her fingers on their way to her clit.
I pull out and thrust back in.
I do this so roughly that Layla’s entire body is shoved up the wall.
I do it over and over, harder, and with more urgency each time.
Layla’s cunt is so fucking tight around my dick.
This is going to be the fastest sex we’ve ever had, and nowhere near enough for me.
“Oh, God,” she cries out, orgasming while I continue pounding into her.
It takes me another minute or so before I come.
After, I circle my arm around her waist while pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “I’m going to need more than this tomorrow.”
She reaches a hand back to curl around my neck and keep me where I am. “I love you, Donovan.”
I pull out of her and turn her to face me so I can kiss her. I take my time with this kiss. I use up more of her energy than she probably has to give, but I’m unable to stop myself from being selfish here.
