She continued to drive me fucking crazy with that mouth, bringing me to the edge again and again, my breath ragged and uneven, heart palpitations running wild inside my chest.
I wanted to tell her to stop, but I was too fucking weak. Utterly paralyzed. Masked gunmen could break in to the house, and even then, I might not be able to stop.
She pulled my dick out of her mouth and let it plop against my stomach before she got to her feet.
I was a fucking mess sitting on the couch, a sex-induced coma, my dick literally aching for the oasis she’d just stolen from me.
She hooked her fingers in the sides of her thong then pushed it over her hips, letting it fall to the floor.
I spotted the stickiness at the tops of her thighs, like having my dick in her mouth turned her on almost as much as it turned me on.
She crawled on top of me and straddled my hips before she guided my length inside her, slowly sinking down my soaked flesh until she was perfectly sealed around my dick like a fucking airlock in a submarine.
I’d never felt a shiver in my body, but I felt it now, right up my spine.
I gripped her hips, and my fingers kneaded the top of her ass, staring at her flat stomach and her big tits with cute little nipples. All woman from head to toe, sexy as hell, and she had that look in her eye, like she was still mad.
Fuck, I was gonna explode before she even moved.
She started to slide up and down my length, moving slowly as if she knew I had no restraint left in me. “You’re mine.” Her fingers slid into my short hair as she continued to rock into me. “And I don’t share.”
My eyes closed as an uncontrollable moan burst from my lips. I felt my dick try to twitch inside her, but it was such a tight fit, it had nowhere to go. I liked dirty talk and role-playing, but damn, I’d never heard anything so fucking hot in my life. My breath was literally pulled from my lungs, and I felt like I floated outside my body, flying into the clouds of unearthly pleasure. “Yes, baby.” Iopened my eyes to look at her again, seeing that same fiery look in her green eyes that I’d seen in her office—when she was furious.
“Don’t ever pull that shit again.” She didn’t slap me, but she gave me a light smack on the cheek the way you would pop a dog on the nose.
She continued to ride my dick slowly, but I gripped her hips and forced her to still on my length because I was seriously just a second away from blowing my load. I could honestly say I’d never been this fucking turned on in my life. Something about her ferocity and the way she hit me drove me fucking wild. I moaned. “You’re still mad.”
“Yes, I’m still fucking mad.” She shoved my hands off her and rode my dick again, arms circling my neck as she started to bounce on my length like she was on a fucking trampoline.
“Hit me.” My hands slipped underneath her ass, and I gripped her strong cheeks as I helped her ride me.
“I’m not going to hit you.”
“Hit me.”
She slapped me across the face just like I wanted, palm to the cheek with enough force to make a slapping sound.
I felt the swelling of the skin, felt the electric pulse of pain register from my nerves, felt the rush of sexual adrenaline pound throughout my entire body. I spanked her ass. “Show me how fucking mad you are.”
She slapped my cheek again as she continued to ride me.
I moaned because it hurt so good. “Fuck.” I lifted and tugged her down onto my length over and over, harder and faster, just inches from the finish line. A storm of heat hit me in the face and burned the rest of my body, and I fell into a climax so hot, I felt as if I’d just entered the underworld. “Fuck, baby.” My breath left my lungs as I came inside her, feeling a rush so intense that it turned every experience of my past into an old black-and-white photo, while a stream of color now hit me in the face. The single best climax I’d ever had—and it didn’t cost me a damn thing.
“Don’t fuck with me again.” She left my lap, and my wet dick slapped against my stomach, her cream built up at the base. She put her thong back on and then grabbed my shirt from the floor, pulling it over her head. It stopped above her knees, practically a nightdress. She ran her fingers through her hair as she walked out and headed into the kitchen.
Winded even though I hadn’t done a damn thing, I sank into the couch and lay there, feeling a sense of calm Icould only feel with a gunshot wound in my arm or a bloody knife in my hand after a fight.
I listened to Francesca move about in the kitchen and then registered the smell of food in my nose. I wanted to get up and join her, but Francesca had given me a knockout punch that left me incapacitated.
“Dinner’s ready,” she called from the kitchen.
I took a slow breath before I got to my feet and pulled on my boxers. Leaving my jeans and boots on the floor, I headed upstairs to where I’d stowed my bag in the closet, containing a couple changes of clothes and other essentials. I put on a pair of black sweatpants then headed back downstairs, seeing the plates of food she’d put on the table along with the basket of bread and the bottle of wine.
She was already seated and had poured herself a glass of wine.
“Damn, that looks good.” Roasted chicken with potatoes and ripe asparagus. I took the seat across from her, seeing her sitting there in my t-shirt that fell down one shoulder because the neckline was so big.
It was the first time I was seeing her in my clothes, the first time I’d seen any woman wear my t-shirt, and she looked damn good in it. I grabbed the bottle and filled my glass.
