SEVEN
PAM
I feel beautiful, I am beautiful.
Other than the glow of the bedside lamps, the room was dark.
The movie was over.
Beneath me, Alistair’s chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm.
We must have fallen asleep.
I shifted, trying to reach my phone to check the time, but Al held me tight and rolled over top of me.
“Pam,” he sighed in my ear, and I could feel the press of his thick cock against my pussy.
“Alistair,” I whispered against his lips, feeling the soft tickle of his whiskers.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
His fingers trailed up the column of my neck. “Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
Things between us were moving at warp speed, but I felt comfortable with Alistair. He was big on consent which was important to me.
Alistair’s fingers fisted in my hair, gently pulling my head to one side as he kissed up my neck.
“Fuck,” I moaned, arching my back into his body.
“Someone likes neck kisses.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
He kissed along my jawline before pressing his mouth to mine. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside his mouth, feeling the warm pressure of his textured tongue against mine.
Don had never been big on oral sex, but I was insanely curious about what Al’s tongue would feel like sweeping back and forth over my clit.
My hands traveled down to the bulge in his pants, stroking his cock through the material before fiddling with his belt buckle.
He broke the kiss and glanced down at me. “Pam, we don’t have to—”
“Al. Please. I want this. If you want to, that is.”
I was so turned on. It was our first date, and I was ready to beg him to sleep with me.
“Are you sure?” His deep brown eyes looked into mine, seeking confirmation that this was what I wanted.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of something.”
He thrust his hips against mine and smiled mischievously. “ You want to feel this thick cock inside of you?” he asked with another thrust, and my breath hitched. “You want me to give you my cum?”
I nodded my head.
“Let’s get undressed,” he rasped against my neck.
Alistair rose from the bed and undid his belt, letting his jeans drop to the floor. Embodying confidence, he held my gaze as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt, his tail leisurely swishing back and forth behind him. I stared wide-eyed at the sight in front of me. Those tree trunk thighs, his perfect dad bod covered in soft hair.
