“Not this time,” she whispers, looking up at me seductively as she frees her hair from the pins, the soft red tendrils spiraling down over her shoulders as she shakes them out. “If you want me, I’m yours to take.”
Gently, I take her hand, guiding her back to the bedroom where things can be more private. The second I close the door, I make my move, gripping her by the waist until she’s flush against my body, my fingers curling into those tendrils like I’m ready to be her comb.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
She ignores the swear, allowing it to be swallowed by a passionate kiss, one that leads to me exploring her body lower and lower until her pants are around her ankles and her cute little white lace panties are there to greet me.
Before she can say no, the pants and underwear are discarded, her shaved pussy on full display, ready for consumption.
“I bet you taste just as sweet as your pastries.”
She giggles, my beard brushing over her legs as my tongue dips down and laps at her center, savoring that first taste like I’m starting a four-course meal.
She hisses in ecstasy, back arching until she’s contorted, removing her own shirt so she can toy with her nipples.
Her body hits the bed, knees going weak as my tongue dives deeper, and a finger enters her for exploration.
“I knew you’d be good with your hands,” she exclaims, fingers digging into my shoulder blades, clawing at my shirt so she can feel my skin.
I only break contact long enough to discard it, throwing it to the floor before removing my jeans and underwear. Then I’mback between her thighs, savoring the sweet nectar building with every lick, her soft moans filling the room like the swirl of a heavenly smell wafting through your nostrils.
“Please, Rich, I need all of you.” Her fingers grip my hair, pulling me upward until my cock is hovering at her entrance.
“I don’t have a condom,” I whisper, half expecting her to jolt up and run away.
“Condoms are for pussies,” she exhales, her sudden vulgarity spearing me to move forward.
Our lips crash together at the same time I enter her. Her walls suction around me, squeezing me with each thrust. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”
Fuck the no swearing; right now, all bets are off.
“It’s been a while she moans, eyes slightly clenching together.
“Are you hurting?”
She shakes her head. “Keep going, please.”
“Are you sure?”
Her head shoots up, her glare slicing through me. “Damn it, Rich, just fuck me!”
Holy shit! In the bedroom, this woman is a different person. One that has me on my knees worshiping every inch of her.
Nails dig into my back the harder I thrust, her moans fueling every move like they’re directing my rhythm. She shudders beneath me when I hit her deep, my cock sliding into the deepest parts of her.
“Harder,” she begs.
So, my thrusts get angry.
“Faster,” she breathes.
My cock pistons into her, hands covering her breasts, tongues dueling for control.
She sucks in a breath, then starts to scream, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast.
“Please,” she begs. “Give me more. I haven’t cum in forever.”
So, I do, giving the woman whatever she wants in every position she demands, allowing her to own me in the bedroom and outside of it.
