Chapter Nine
Connor
I wake with wood, and conveniently there’s a beautiful half-Brazilian dancer in my bed. I’ve never played at domestic life before, but so far I’m enjoying it.
I wake her with a tongue inside her pussy. She’s sleepy and protests weakly, but I ignore her. I suck her clit until she cries out and arches her back.
“Connor,” she rasps, gripping my arm as she spreads her legs.
I tease her with long strokes along her slit until she presses on my head and begs. I lower my mouth over the little nub of her clit and play her body like an instrument. She grips the sheets in her fists. I know she wants to move, but she also wants my mouth exactly where it is.
Her thighs shake with need. She’s close.
I crawl up her body and put my dick inside her welcoming pussy. She’s wet and soft and tight around me, and it feels so good. She struggles to grind her clit against me. I pin her arms over her head and help her grind our bodies together.
“God, yes!” she says, wrapping her long legs around me.
Cum simmers in my balls. I’m so hot for this girl I’m ready to erupt. She comes, the walls of her tunnel pulsing around me. My cock roars with eagerness.
I fuck her hard, pinning her beneath me and using her until she shatters again and I spill my seed into her smoking body.
When I rise off her, she stretches and rubs her wrists.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head, rolling on her side. “It’s so good between us. Sex never felt that amazing before.”
I plant a kiss on her face and then head into the bathroom. I shower and when I return to the bedroom, she’s sitting up, wearing a nightshirt I guess she had on when Trick and Anvil took her from her apartment.
“You can drop that oversized nightgown back on the floor. I’ll take you shopping for some lingerie today when the guys and I are done with our business. Go take a shower.”
“I’m going back to sleep for a while, but I do want us to set up a time to talk later.”
I smile. “You want me to make an appointment with you?”
“Why don’t we say that I want to make an appointment with you, if that’s language you’d like better,Sir.”
I cock a brow. “It’s okay, Z, to be playful. But don’t call me Sir at the same time. That’s reserved for a whole other kind of play.”
“About that,” she says and lets it hang.
