I’m no longer thinking with my brain.
I lift her so I can position myself right where I need to be, and Danielle grits her teeth as I shove myself into her, hissing as I widen her pussy.
She’s as tight as I remember, and my eyes roll in my head as she moans.
“Fuck!” I hiss as she slams down, crying out as our bodies reunite. “Danni…” I mutter, kissing her shoulder as she rocks against me, my fingers gripping her hips.
“Ssh, Blake,” Danielle moans, dropping her head to mine, her hair covering us like a curtain.
I’m stunned by the familiarity of her fucking me, but now I want to fuck her. “Sorry, Mrs. James,” I murmur, twisting her so her back is on the floor. “I need to take over.”
Danielle gasps eagerly, reaching up to kiss me as I thrust into her.
Her cries fill the room as I slam into her, my hands protecting her back from the hard floor as she writhes beneath me.
“Yes, so good!” Danielle digs her nails into my back, lifting her hips to match my thrusts. “Harder, Blake, harder!”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I mutter, staring down at her tits as my dick slides in and out of her.
Danielle looks down, her fingers wrapping around the shaft. “Fuck me.”
Any woman can say this.
But when she says it, it’s like a command.
“Bend over.”
Danielle scrambles to move, but I’m impatient, tugging her into place.
The depth from this position is insane, and the feeling of my balls slapping against her is the perfect soundtrack to her moans.
“Oh. God, Blake!”
Her walls tighten around me, but I don’t slow, pounding into her as she screams my name, her fingers reaching around to push me deeper into her just as I explode inside her.
I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon, but Danielle is flayed out on the sofa, a beautiful smile on her face.
“God, I’ve missed you, Blake James.”
What the fuck have we done?
Whatever it is, I don’t care.
I grab her in my arms, kissing her hard on the mouth.
“Come to bed with me.”
Danielle doesn’t argue.
CHAPTER 18
DANIELLE
My head feels like someone has been using it as a basketball.
It takes a moment for me to wiggle my toes against the thin sheet, my eyes refusing to open.
What time is it?
