“Yeeeessss …” she cries out, her pussy tightening around my cock to the point it makes my legs buckle.
I push my finger into her ass again, this time going a little farther. “God, I wanna fuck that ass,” I say loudly as I ram my cock into her pussy once again. “And by how wet you are, I think you want it.”
“It feels … different.” She digs her hands into the couch, her head tilted to the side. I can see her eyes are closed and her lips are parted as she pants. I remove my finger from her ass and lean over her, pressing her body down into the couch. She gasps as this position makes it harder for her to breathe.
I reach up and tangle my hand in her long dark brown and blue hair, grabbing a hold of her head as if it’s handlebars on a bike.
I feel her pussy tighten around my hard cock again and I growl, picking up my pace. Fucking her with a roughness that has the couch squeaking as each thrust pushes it closer to the window until the window stops it from moving anymore. I reach my free hand up and cup her chin with it, holding her face to the side and in place. “Suck on it,” I demand, shoving my index finger between her lips. She wraps her lips around it and starts to suck. “Fuck, that’s it,” I hiss as I shove my hips forward as her tongue circles my finger. “Keep sucking,” I gasp as I pull my hips back and then thrust forward again.
Her pussy tightens around my cock, and her mouth clamps down around my finger. Her entire body stiffens under mine. She’s about to come. I take my legs and shove them farther apart, allowing myself to go deeper. Her body jerks as I stretch them to the point I’m sure is painful, but just seconds later, I feel her body explode underneath mine. Her pussy pulses and her body trembles. The force of her orgasm has her legs tightening and pushing against mine as they hold them far apart.
Even after she comes, I don’t stop. I continue to pound into her not wanting to waste this chance I have with her. I’ve wanted this for over two weeks now. I’m gonna make it worth it, for both of us.
I feel my balls start to tighten and my back stiffens as I come with her drenched pussy wrapped around my cock. I growl deep from within my chest as I give one last thrust of my hips, burying my cock deep inside of her as I come hard.
I pull out of her slowly, and her shaking body goes slack against the couch. I remove the condom and throw it over into the trash before I lean down and pull my jeans up. I leave her leaning over the couch as I pick up her clothes from the floor.
I lift her up and wrap my arm around her stomach to hold her back to my front. She sucks in a breath as she lays her heavy head against my chest. I look over her shoulder and down at her body. It still trembles, and her eyes are heavy as she stares up at me with a look of satisfaction on her face. My cock is still somewhat hard. Fuck, I already want her again.
“Stay the night with me tonight,” I say leaning down and softly kissing her lips. The fact that I just asked her to stay the night with me hits me like a ton of bricks. That was a very bad idea.
She breathes heavily and lifts her arms up and wraps them around the back of my neck. “Okay.” Bad idea or not, I’m thankful that she didn’t tell me no. I would have begged to get my way.
“Here. Let’s get you dressed.” I spin her around quickly and wrap my arms around her before she can fall.
CHAPTER TWENTY
TAYLOR
Ever feel like a cheap woman after you have sex for the first time with a man? I have before, but I do not feel that way with Case. I know I should, though. It happened so fast I didn’t even have the time to process it. His lips were on mine, and my body was craving more. I didn’t even care that I was being easy. Or if the things I said sounded ridiculous. I just knew that my body was craving him and he wanted to feed that craving.
I stand on the third floor now in the entryway of his apartment. It’s a lot nicer than I expected. I thought it would have a small kitchen, one bathroom, and a cot, but it’s much bigger than that.
“No one will bother you up here.”
I spin around to face him. “You’re leaving me?” Geez, you just let him fuck you. Don’t you seem desperate already?
“Just for about an hour. I have a few things to take care of downstairs before I can come up here.” He walks up to me and leans down, kissing my forehead. His eyes linger on the scratch on my face for a few seconds before his beautiful blue eyes rise to meet mine. “And if I carried you off to my bedroom now like I want to do, I would spend what is left of this night inside of you.”
I shiver at how good that would feel. “Okay,” I say stupidly. It’s better than begging, I guess.
He pulls away but grabs my hand. He pulls me through the entrance of his apartment and walks me past the kitchen. We take a right and walk down a short hallway to a door at the end on the left. “This is my bedroom,” he announces as we enter. “You can shower if you want.” He then goes to the other side of the room and opens up another door. “This is my closet. You can put on something more comfortable.” He walks back over to me. “You can take a nap.” He slides his hand up the back of my neck. My body breaks out in goosebumps. “I’ll wake you when I come back up,” he whispers.
Oh, how I want to know what he has in mind to wake me up. I nod my head at him.
He leaves shortly after that, and I look around the now quiet apartment. The sound of the music below us comes up through the walls. I like it. It’s not too loud; it’s perfect.
I look down at my body and sigh when I realize I put my work clothes back on. The ones that alcohol spilled all over when I was shoved in the private room downstairs. I guess I’ll do what he suggested and take a shower.
I walk into his bathroom, open the door to the stand-up shower, and turn on the sprayer. I get undressed and see the prints from his strong hands on my hips where he grabbed a hold of me in his office. He did exactly what he said he was gonna do—fuck me! I’ve never had such intense sex. I’ve always dated the men who preferred the slower make love kind of sex. The kind where at first it’s kind of awkward until you both find a rhythm and understand what the other likes. Case knew what he wanted from me, and I allowed him to take it. However he wanted it. I’ve especially never slept with a guy who wanted to play with my ass right off the bat. I liked it. I like him. He fucks just as aggressive as he looks.
I enter the shower and let it warm up for a few seconds. As I get under the sprayer, I think about what we just did. He broke his rule for me. I smile before another thought enters my mind. I doubt this is the first time he’s broken his rules. But I push that thought out of my mind. All that matters is he broke it tonight for me.
I get out of the shower and wring out my hair. I wrap the towel around myself and make it over to his closet. I open the door and walk in. It’s not overly massive but a smaller version of a walk-in. Big enough for a single man. I run my hands against the button-up shirts that hang on the upper rack. I come to one at the end of the closet and look it over. It’s the prettiest blue I’ve ever seen. A dark blue that matches his eyes perfectly.
I pull it off the hanger and slip my arms into the sleeves. They are so long they hang over my hands. I bring the bottom of the shirt up to my nose as I take a deep breath. Hell, even his clothes smell dangerous. Like a hint of smoke and man.
I walk out of the closet and button a few buttons on it. I stand in the bedroom as I look over his bed. It’s a black four-post bed. It has a black comforter and white sheets. It looks dangerous as well. As if the devil himself lies there at night. I wonder what kind of sins have taken place on it. I wonder how many times a woman has screamed his name there. I wonder how many women have been up here. In this very spot? How many have experienced this side of Case?
