She wanted it rough and hard, and I was all too willing to oblige. Not at this angle, though. I couldn’t get enough leverage. I scooted her up the bed and drove into her harder, hissing out a breath through my teeth. I was too sensitive to go faster. Stilling to get my body back under control, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.
Jessica ground her hips against me, making my cock leak inside her. I raised one of her legs over my shoulder to keep her where I wanted, and slowly started pumping in and out of her tight pussy. She felt so fucking good it was taking all my control not to come with each thrust.
After all my talk, I’d cut off my dick before I let myself come before her.
Just thinking about a knife against my flesh helped get my sensitivity under control. I lifted her other leg over my other shoulder and plowed into her, driving even deeper.
“Ohmigod!” she shouted.
She hadn’t felt anything yet. I pinched her clit between my fingers and continued to fuck her hard. “I’m gonna need you to hurry and get there, baby.”
“Holy shit!”
Chuckling, I pinched her clit harder as I drove home. Throwing back her head, Jessica cried out my name as she came. I rode her through her orgasm and then unleashed my own before collapsing on top of her.
As we lie on my bed, struggling to catch our breath, I realized two things.
One, Jessica really was a lady in the street and a freak in the sheets.
Two, now that I’d had a taste of her sweet, tight pussy, there was no way I was letting her go.
Sorry, Jess, but a one-night stand is never getting crossed off your bucket list. Not if I can help it.
Jessica
IINTERNALLY COMBUSTED. That’s the only way to explain what happened to my body in Spade’s room. He somehow found my elusive pleasure button, pounded on it, and I went nuclear. It wasn’t an orgasm; it was a religious experience. I saw my life flash before my eyes, visited the pearly gates, and floated amongst the clouds.
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
Afterwards, drained and exhausted, I collapsed on the bed with a whole new appreciation for the expression ‘rode hard and put away wet.’ If I was a racehorse, I’d need to be walked and brushed. As a human, I needed sleep and food, not necessarily in that order. As Spade stood and discarded the condom, I stretched across his bed in post-coital bliss, ready to never move again.
The loud grumbling of my stomach made it clear my body had other ideas.
Chuckling, Spade stood beside the bed, looking all too proud of himself. “Made you hungry, huh?”
Absolutely, but I wasn’t ready to give him all the credit. “I did kind of skip lunch thanks to that whole shooting, then police department debacle.”
“Well, that won’t do.” He offered me his hand. I clasped it and he tugged me to my feet. “You’ve offered me one night with you, and I intend to enjoy the fuck out of that body. Can’t have you passing out from hunger before I’m finished with you.”
He wasn’t finished? He’d already done far more to my body than any man (or vibrator), in history. But if he was down for seconds, I had no objections. I might not be able to walk tomorrow, but that was a sacrifice I was willing to make. “You can do that again?” I asked, barely able to contain my excitement. Didn’t men need recuperation time? Shouldn’t he be downing water or Gatorade to hydrate? I had serious concerns about his electrolyte levels. “Tonight?”
His grin widened. “Nope. Next time will be better. I’ll last longer now that we took the edge off.” He closed the distance between us and captured the small of my back with both hands, pulling me against his naked body. His cock pressed into my stomach, already growing hard again. Despite the way we’d both been sated, his eyes filled with hunger as his gaze trapped mine. “One night, babe. Don’t shortchange me.” One hand drifted over my ass, giving my cheek a squeeze before pulling away only to smack it hard.
The sting was a shock. I let out a startled yelp as heat pooled between my thighs. It was the first time I’d been spanked as an adult, and I was surprised to find that I enjoyed it. A lot. The sound, the bite, the sensation… it was all so… hot. Of course, Spade could make anything erotic. Intense, passionate, everything about him exuded sex and promised pleasure. It was like my body recognized him for the orgasm master he was because I wanted nothing more than to lie on my back and give him full access to do his worst.
“I’m gonna take you downstairs to eat while I slip out to get some… supplies.”
“Supplies?” I gulped.
His gaze dipped down to my lips. “You said you wanted to be adventurous, and we still have a lot of shit to try.”
Curiosity about his choice of words made my throat dry. I swallowed again, trying not to freak out as a steady heat spread through my veins. The rush, the fear, the excitement… I felt trapped in a book. Whatever happened next could be either horror or erotica, and I struggled to find the courage to turn the page.
“You’re not gonna chicken out on me now, are you?”
Unable to speak, I shook my head even as my brain sparked to life and reminded me why this was a bad idea. I barely knew Spade. Coming to his room alone was foolish, but I didn’t regret it for a second. What he’d done to my body had rocked my world and annihilated any previous restrictions or expectations I’d placed on sex. I wanted to be brave and bold enough to find out what else he could do to my body, but I also didn’t want to end up crippled or mangled. “What sort of supplies are you talking about?”
He frowned. “I would never hurt you, Jess.”
