“Yes, take it, baby. Just fucking take it,” I say. “You were so damn patient.”
She smiles as she sucks, and something squeezes in my chest. Pleasure, yes. But something else too. Fondness? I don’t even know. I’m just sparking everywhere as Chloe Rivers goes to town on my cock, sucking me deep and nearly dry, and soon my balls are tingling, and I’m going to shoot any second.
But that won’t do. That won’t do at all.
When I’m this close, I grit my teeth, then say, “Stop. Please stop.”
She lets me fall from her lips. “Why?” She sounds too innocent. “Didn’t you want to come in my mouth?”
“Too much.” I bend closer and plant a quick, searing kiss on those lovely lips. When I let go, I say, “But I need you to sit on my dick right now. Put that midnight jog down the street to good use.”
I grab the condom from the couch cushion next to me as shepops up from the floor, reaches for the top button of her blouse, then strips it off.
And yes, fuck yes.
Her clothes disappear in seconds, and when she’s down to just her bra, she’s already pushing her panties off and climbing on my lap. I’m busy opening the protection, but she shakes her head.
“What?” I’m not quite alarmed but a little concerned.
“Take off the shirt. It’s no fair that I’m the only one nearly naked.”
Oh. Well, consider that done.
Setting down the condom, I undo the tie while she unbuttons my shirt, and together—like how we pitched the producer—we get my shirt off. As she tosses the tie behind her with a particular flourish, I shove my pants from my legs. She frees the condom, rolling it down my dick.
I grab her hips and settle her across my lap as my body becomes an inferno. I meet her gaze. “Get on me now.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, then grabs my dick and lines me up.
Fire races through my veins as Chloe rubs the head through all that incomparable wetness. It’s incredible, the slick, hot feel of her.
She sinks down, and my whole body shakes with pleasure. I toss my head back, clenching my teeth, getting a grip on myself so I don’t fucking explode right now.
When I raise my face, she’s looking at me with flushed cheeks and glittering eyes. “Nice dick,” she says.
“Use it, sweetheart. Use my dick however you want.” I dig my fingers into the sweet flesh of her ass cheeks as she rises up, up, up, till I’m barely inside her.
She drops back down, and when my dick disappears in her pussy, I nearly lose my mind. “Fuck yes,” I mutter.
And I don’t stop muttering as she rides me, her tits bouncing in her demi-cup bra, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my shoulders.
She’s reckless, fearless, her hair spilling down her back as she chases what she wants—her pleasure.
It’s the sexiest thing ever. The way she knows how to get there, how she finds the right angle, the right pace, then leans in closer, her tits smashed to my chest, grinding, grinding deeper, then maneuvering a hand between us so she can rub her clit till she’s panting, gasping, shrieking?—
Then she calls my name.
And all the tension I’ve been holding, all the desire I’ve had to keep at bay, all the lust, all the longing is unleashed as I follow her there, coming hard. My vision goes black, and the world beyond these walls stops mattering.
A minute later—maybe more—I open my eyes, and she’s still slumped on me, sated, humming happily. I run a hand down her back, savoring the feel of her smooth, soft skin.
I breathe in her scent, letting it fill my head.
Letting it drown out my thoughts.
For a moment—maybe more—my mind races dangerously ahead. To her bedroom. To the morning. To more times like this. And that just can’t happen. No matter how badly I want it.
I snap my head up, clear my throat, and say, “I should…clean up.”
