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She’s got a little brat in her, and the things I could do with it. I move behind her and grab her hands, pulling them tight. She shudders. “If you taunt me, I might not let you come next time,” I whisper harshly in her ear.
At those words, she tenses, maybe wondering if I’ve forgotten this is a one-time thing. I’ve not forgotten at all.
“By next time, I mean…after I feed you,” I add. But my jaw tightens and I wish I could spend another night with her.
Just a night.
That’s all.
I let go, move to the counter, and set the pineapple on the cutting board.
“A pineapple? You really want to impress me, don’t you?”
“Orgasms and pineapple? Is that the way to your heart and soul?”
She taps her chin. “I mean, pineappleispretty good.”
I smile. That’s new too. Smiling with a woman. Getting along with a woman.
It’s the first date effect, you dick. Of course it feels like fucking magic. It did with Marilyn too.
I try again to shake off thoughts of my ex. There’s no room for her in a world of pineapples and orgasms. Grabbing a knife from the wooden holder, I cut and slice the fruit, then set it in a bowl. I find a fork and offer Jules a bite. She parts her lips, letting me feed her.
I happily comply, enjoying her moans of culinary appreciation. I offer her another bite and she takes it, then murmurs “More” in a too seductive voice.
God, that word. “Be careful when you say that,” I warn.
She tilts her head, dropping the act. “Why?”
“You don’t want to know what it does to me,” I say, sternly.
A smile teases the corner of her lips. “But maybe I do.”
“Jules,” I caution.
Her brown eyes gleam with mischief. “More,” she murmurs.
I stalk around the kitchen counter. I grab her hips roughly, staring down at her. “Say that to a guy like me and it pretty much makes me want to fuck. Right. Now.”
She shudders then parts her legs. “A guy like you,” she says, then tilts her face. “You mean someone who likes to punish me with pleasure?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I mean.”
“So when I saymoreyou want to give me more. You want to fuck?”
I grip her hips harder, digging my fingers into her flesh. “Yes, and by fuck, I mean…make you come.”
She licks her lips, slow and tantalizing. “More, Finn. More.”
That’s it. I lift her off the stool, yank down her leggings, then help her quickly step out of them. Once they’re off, I’m not gentle at all. I rip off her pink panties. “Turn around. Hands on the counter, ass up.”
She gets in position.
I grip her hair in my fist, slide a hand between those thighs, and sweep my finger across her sweet, wet pussy. She shudders, dropping her head, her hair spilling around her. Like that, I stroke and play. Whispering dirty words of praise in her ear. “So beautiful. You obey so well. You deserve all the orgasms.”
She grows wetter. Arches more. Moves faster against my hand. She’s so free like this, so responsive, and it revs my engine. I fuck her with my fingers till she’s gasping, begging, and shattering.
All before eight a.m.
