much as Hailey. A woman who looked that good should have been married, or at least
attached to someone. But, from all accounts, Hailey shot down any guy stupid enough to
ask her out. For that reason, he’d bided his time, encouraged she’d at least liked the look
of him.
But after several months of still no contact, he decided to take matters into his own
hands. Confronting her had been difficult, his surprising fear of rejection making him
wonder just how the woman had gotten to him so hard, so fast. He didn’t really know
much more about her than that she didn’t date, and that she was hot as hell. But
something he’d seen tonight in her eyes, a shaky wariness, made him think twice, forced
him to slow down when all he’d wanted was to shove her up against the wall and fuck her
brains out.
He groaned at the image and finally allowed himself some relief. Grabbing his
painfully hard shaft, he began pumping. His large fist clenched tight, and he found his
rhythm, easily envisioning Hailey’s hand, then her mouth, wrapped around his cock. Her
tongue would slide smoothly across the head, licking at the come gathering at his tip.
She’d suck him deep, stroking, unrelenting with those cherry-red lips as she played him
with her seductive tongue.
And she’d be naked, her breasts round and soft and white. Her nipples would be stiff,
arousal flushing them pink as she fingered herself, as hungry for his cock as she was for
climax. He panted heavily, his hand quickening as he envisioned her crying out, her
orgasm intense as she sucked him harder, deeper into her mouth, then fondled his sack
with her soft hands…
“Shit,” he rasped and shot hard, his orgasm intense. He closed his eyes as he came,
ropy jets of come marking the blue tile. Damn, but if she was half as good as his
fantasies, he’d never take another woman in his life.
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As he rinsed off and toweled dry, he wondered just what it would take to penetrate
the icy wall surrounding Hailey. She had a thing for his body, that he knew. But what the
