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“I am. I just have other stuff on my mind.”
After she did the dishes, we went upstairs to my room. She immediately assumed she would be sharing my bed with me for the foreseeable future, and she was right. I wanted to fuck her before I went to sleep. Then I wanted to fuck her again the second I opened my eyes in the morning.
When she stepped into the room, she saw the black lingerie sitting on top of the bed. Black, lacy, and sexy, it was the perfect piece of clothing to place on that beautiful body. She eyed it on the bed before she turned to me, a question in her eyes.
I felt like an asshole for asking her to do anything, not when I was going to betray her in a few days. If she knew what my true intentions were, she wouldn’t stop until she killed me. But since she saw me as harmless, her guard was down. A part of her probably believed I would let her go eventually, just as I changed my mind about whipping her.
She couldn’t be more wrong.
She picked up the black thong and held it between her fingertips. “You want me to put this on?”
I held her gaze, standing in my sweatpants near the foot of the bed. This was wrong on so many levels. Now I was dressing her up for my desire. She wanted to be the recipient of my kisses and thrusts…but not if she knew the truth. “Yes.”
“And this?” She picked up the see-through bra.
Just picturing her wearing that turned me on. “Yes.”
Without a protest, she walked into my bathroom and changed.
I dropped my boxers and sweatpants, my cock already hard thinking about how she would look. I got on the bed with my elbows propping up my body. My hard dick lay against my stomach, eager to feel her bare pussy surround me. With skin-on-skin, I would be able to feel her warm and soft flesh. I would be able to feel her squeeze me even harder. I would be able to drop my come deep inside her, where it would sit until morning.
I moaned to myself because I was horny as hell. All the guilt I felt was muffled by the hardness in my dick. Just like every other asshole on the planet, I stopped caring about morals the second sex was involved. Now that I was about to get laid, I didn’t care that I was screwing her over.
I just cared about screwing her.
She stepped out of the bathroom, the lingerie fitting her hourglass frame perfectly. She fixed her hair with her fingertips, making it frame her face and her shoulders. The bra pushed her plump tits together, and her long legs moved gracefully across the floor. The dark color was sexy against her flawless skin. Her brown eyes were on me, watching my reaction to her.
“Jesus Christ.” I loved a woman in lingerie, but not quite like this.
She crawled onto the bed, on her hands and knees. Her tits filled out the bra, and her back arched as she moved. Her eyes were directed on me as she came closer, the mutual desire in her gaze.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
She moved on top of me and straddled my hips, her hair dragging against my chest as she positioned her face over mine.
I watched this beautiful woman sit on me, her tits about to fall out and her sexy thighs parting over my hips. She stared at my lips as she leaned down to place her mouth over mine. My cock twitched against her panties just before I felt her lips.
Fuck.
The second our mouths were combined together, my hand dug into her hair, and I kissed her hard. My lips ached for something deeper, something more intense. My tongue darted into her mouth right away, and I ground against her, my cock eager to feel the arousal that was seeping from between her legs that very moment. If she was as wet as she was last night, my cock would be very happy.
My fingers dug into her panties, and I rubbed her clit, the pads of my fingers becoming soaked in the slickness right away. I forgot to breathe for a second, my body pausing in excitement. Like I was a teenager who treasured every moment of sexual activity, this felt brand-new. I touched her pussy like it was the first time I’d ever gotten any action. Something about this woman made me feel brand-new, like this was the first time sex actually mattered. My fingers slid into her slit, and I explored her, feeling her moan against my mouth. “So fucking wet.” I used two fingers to move inside her, to feel her tight pussy as it prepared for my big dick. Being inside her was heaven, whether it was my fingers or my dick.
