Dark chocolate brown hair cascaded down her back in a blanket of thick, soft curls that looked professionally done even hours after being in the hot and humid Florida weather. A dangerously sexy body with killer curves, a round ass, and thighs, which looked incredible in the denim skirt that fell low on her hips. Plump natural breasts, the perfect size—big enough I know they’d overflow into my palms.
Two piercing eyes, the color of priceless sapphires woven together with strands of gold and emerald, appeared like some fascinating galaxy that both challenged and captivated me. That wasn’t her most striking attribute, although if you stared too long, you’d fall mesmerized by their enchantment.
It was her smile.
Monroe’s smile was unlike any I’d ever witnessed. The genuine warmth it radiated could melt glaciers and make even the coldest heart ignite in flames if it was directed their way.It wasn’t about perfect teeth, though hers were bright white and straight thanks to years of braces and retainers she wore. It was the fact that even the years of turmoil she faced, the darkness that swam within the depths of her brought forth by the years of neglect and abandonment she suffered as a child, was completely masked by the kindness she showed when she smiled.
Ten minutes was all it took for me to become obsessed. To fall completely mesmerized by everything here, that was magnified underneath the glistening Florida moon.
It took us ten minutes to get from the bar to the hotel we were both staying at, and in that short time, I’d nearly lost my damn mind.
I’d never been so turned on. My hard and painfully throbbing erection strained against my jeans, and begged me to find release, though all I could think of as I stared at the gorgeous naked woman in front of me was how stunning her smile was.
If I’d woken up today and someone had told me I’d be sitting across from Monroe, watching her strip out of her clothes, I’d have called them a liar. I hadn’t expected the night to end like this. I hadn’t expected to run into her on this trip.
I tugged my boxers down and stepped out of them, freeing my rock-hard cock that was standing at attention, burning with need. A need to feel her warm tongue, and pussy clench around me as I tirelessly pumped into her until she couldn’t remember her goddamn name.
Monroe's eyes widened in shock as I took a hand and stroked myself, using my thumb to rub the precum dripping from the tip around the head.
“Come here,” I ordered, watching her eyes grow heavy with desire as she obeyed, stepping out of the skirt pooled at her feet before strutting toward me.
She wore nothing but a simple black thong, a minuscule triangle of fabric covering the spot I wanted to devour. My palms were itching to touch her, to reach for her and sit her down on my lap, to straddle me, and feel her slick wetness coat my cock as she ground against me. And that’s exactly what I did.
With two hands on her hips, I pulled her toward me, turning us until my ass hit the mattress. Her gaze remained fixed on my cock, her tongue licking her lips as hunger grew in her eyes. I didn’t waste any time. I couldn’t spend another minute without feeling her around me.
Gripping her tight, I picked her up slightly, only to set her back down on my lap, her knees folded on either side of my thighs as the mattress dipped.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” I murmured into her neck as her hips swiveled on my lap. “All this for me?”
The sexy little moan that left her lips was enough of a yes to me.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned the moment she felt my growing erection underneath her. I could feel her warm arousal through the damp fabric stuck to her, the only thing preventing me from slipping inside her.
I held onto her as she swiveled her hips, rubbing her pussy along my shaft, bringing herself to the edge.
“Fuck, baby,” I said again, without thinking twice or caring how it came off. I knew she wasn’t mine, but, fuck me if it didn’t feel good to call her that. I ran a finger through her lips, spreading her arousal around her, before rubbing my cock in it.
To my surprise, she didn’t object. Instead, she moved faster while my fingers dug into her skin. “Jase, I swear to God if you don’t get this thing inside me, I’m going to fucking scream.”
I let out a sharp chuckle at the sudden change in her demeanor. Just moments ago, as we left the bar, she swore she wouldn’t beg. Now here she is doing quite the opposite. “Andbefore you say I’m begging you, I’m not. I’m demanding you shove your cock into me and fuck me good.”
“Fuck,” I cursed, nearly coming as the demand left her lips. Monroe wasn’t what I expected. I wasn't sure what I expected, but she went from shy and demure to a complete ball-buster and back again in a matter of minutes, and it was giving me whiplash, not knowing which side of her to expect.
I wasn't complaining, but damn. Reaching between us with one hand, I moved her thong to the side, slid my cock through her until my tip rubbed circles along her clit. She let out a desperate moan while her nails dug into my back, quickening her movements, grinding on me, so close to coming from just the friction.
Reaching forward, I took her breast into my mouth, flicking her taut, dark pink nipple with my tongue before sucking it. She tasted incredible. Sweet, and yet I could also taste the saltiness of her sweat, though she somehow still smelled fucking incredible. Her sweat smelled like it was made of strawberries and something so potent it had to be considered an aphrodisiac.
“Inside me now, please. Fuck, Jase. I need you inside me.”
She was so fucking sexy, naked and hot, her skin flushed as she neared her climax. Her body was peppered with small tattoos except for the one on her lower back I caught a glimpse of as she undressed. It was the same tattoo as my sister and her other best friend, Billie. It was one they’d gotten together while they were in college.
I wanted to taste every inch of her, trace every bit of ink with my tongue until I had the order of them memorized. Licking up her neck, I positioned myself at her entrance, but froze as the head of my tip went in.
“I swear to God, Jase. If you don’t put that thing inside me…”
“I don’t have a condom.” She winced as the words left my lips.
Yeah, I’m fucking disappointed with myself, too.
