Leaning in, I lap at the release on her thighs while staring into her glazed, heavy-lidded eyes as she tries to catch her breath. “So. Fucking. Sexy.”
Hannah’s gaze flares with something I can’t quite make out, but before I can decipher it, it’s gone, replaced by indifference.
“Are you going to fuck me now, or what?” she asks, breathless and impatient.
A shit-eating smirk claims my lips. I have never been used before. At least, not that I’m aware of. When your entire adultsex life has been based on nothing but one-night stands, it’s hard to tell. There’s definitely been many a mutual benefit with the women I’ve slept with over the years, but I can’t recall ever being blatantly used. Not like this. Hannah needs a dicking, and lucky for me, I’m the only asshole around here with a dick. If I’m honest, it’s all kinds of hot; I could get used to being her boy toy.
Kissing my way up her stomach, I nip at her breasts, sucking one pretty, pink nipple into my mouth and twirling my tongue around the pebbled bud before popping off and moving to the other to give it the same attention.
Hannah squirms, and I hear the faintest moan, but when she opens her eyes, meeting mine, an adorable crease furrows between her eyebrows, and she huffs another frustrated breath.
“Hurry up,” she whines. “I’m tired.”
I can’t help but chuckle because what a fucking brat.
“You got a condom?”
“Nightstand.”
Leaning over her, I pull open the drawer. Peering inside, my eyes light up at her sex stash. A pink vibrator. A fleshy dildo. A little red rose-shaped contraption that, if memory serves, I’m pretty sure is a clit sucker. Lube. Three boxes of condoms. I grin, pulling a strip of condoms out of the first box as Hannah watches on intently while I sheath my hard cock.
“What’s your favorite position?” I ask.
Without answering with words, Hannah meets my eyes, a knowing, slightly menacing look in her gaze as she pulls herself up and turns. I stroke myself, squeezing my shaft hard when the big guy pulses at the sight of her on her knees, hands gripping the headboard, ass and pussy right there on display, ready for the taking. When she glances at me over her shoulder, offering me a challenging arch of her brow, I swear to fuck, I almost lose it.
Lifting up on my knees, I grab her hips roughly, pulling her closer and notching my cock at her soaked entrance. And then, because she seems to want it a little rough, I thrust into her withone swift piston of my hips, bottoming out with a groan, my head falling back at the feel of her tight, hot cunt squeezing the life out of me.
“Yes, just like that,” Hannah moans. “Fuck me, Happy. Hard and fast.”
I do just that. Pumping in and out of her with a steady rhythm, watching my cock sink into her, the filthy sound of my balls slapping against her pussy only making me fuck her harder.
She throws her head back, a rasped, throaty moan coming from her as she thrashes against me, meeting every thrust of my hips like a fucking champ.
“Spank me,” she rasps, looking back at me. “Spank my ass.”
I’m the living, breathing definition of a smug asshole right now. Grinning to myself, I rear my hand back, smacking her ass cheek with enough force my handprint paints her skin.
“Harder!” she cries.
I do it again, harder.
“Again!”
I slap her perfect ass so hard, my palm stings. But she loves it. She fucking loves it.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Baby Draper,” I grit, pounding into her so hard, the headboard bangs against the brick wall. “Your pussy is like a goddamn drug.”
“Stop talking,” Hannah says on a groan, sitting up on me, her back to my chest. “Wrap your hand around my throat and just fuck me, goddammit.”
I scoff because holy shit. Reaching up, I place my hand around her throat, gently at first before applying a little pressure as I fuck up into her, my other hand strumming her clit.
“Oh, fuck yes, that’s it,” Hannah gasps out, her head falling back against my shoulder.
I lean in, grazing the shell of her ear with my lips as I gruff, “Am I a good boy?”
Her eyes pop open, and I see a flare of something in her gaze,the hint of a smile ghosting her pink, swollen lips. “Such a good boy. Such a good…fucking… boy,” she chokes.
“I wanna feel this hot little cunt gush all over my cock,” I grit against her ear. “Make another beautiful mess all over me like the filthy fucking brat you are.”
