She sighed, as she took the pop tart out the microwave. “Why can’t we just fuck? Leave our feelings and emotions out of it. That’s what complicates things… just be fuck buddies.”
The last thing I wanted was to just fuck around with Zoya. I wanted to put a ring on her finger, plant my kids inside of her, and buy our dream home. I wanted life with Zoya, more than just fucking and going about our way.
If this was what she wanted, then I was gonna show her exactly how it felt to fuck with Goon.
This wasn’t Goo or Gerald.
She wanted dick without complications, and that was exactly what I would give her.
She watched me stand and cross the living space to where she was in the kitchen.
I backed her up against the counter, and a moan escaped her lips. “You sure this is what you want?”
“I am.”
She wasn’t sure.
I could read the uncertainty in her eyes as she stared up into mine. She didn’t know what to do, and instead of communicating her fears with me, she was settling for this.
Caressing her neck, I stared down at her. “No complications.”
“None.”
“No strings attached… just fucking.”
“Yep.”
I messed with her sweatpants as she continued to stare a hole in my face. Stretching the waist band, I pulled them down and signaled for her to step out of them. She wore a red thong that made my mouth water, but I wasn’t eating pussy tonight.
Tasting her pussy was reserved for what I wanted, not this wham, bam, thank you man bullshit she was subjecting us to.
Pulling her arms up, I rolled her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the side. Zoya was too controlled and structured tonot have the matching bra. The way she was standing in this kitchen, she lookedlike a gift wrapped perfectly with a red bow on it.
Slipping my fingers into the side of her panties, she moaned. “Goo.”
“Goon.”
“I can?—”
“Goon.” I corrected her again and moved my face when she tried to kiss my lips, spinning her around and pushing her against the counter.
Her hands were planted on the counter, as I unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the floor. Slapping her ass, I bit down on my bottom lip because I wanted to fuck her and not care.
I wanted to pretend this wasn’t shit and I could move on. The shit that bugged me out was I’ve done this song and dance plenty of times with other women. Fucked them and moved on with my life because they meant nothing to me.
Not her though.
She meant everything.
The confusion in her face when I corrected her Goo to Goon was enough for me to drop the act.
I couldn’t.
Zoya was used to getting what she wanted, and I had to give her exactly what she wanted. I couldn’t continue to give her the opposite of what she was asking for. She wanted to be fucked, and that was what I would give her.
My dick pulsated, as I felt her warmness that made me lose my shit. She held onto the counter, as if she could get a good grip on it. She stood on her toes, her pretty white toes, waiting to be sucked.
The glare from the marble countertops let me know they were polished, and she had better luck holding onto a mechanical bull than her countertops.
