With that, we said our goodbyes, and Dad drove us back to my house.
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Presley’s parents and Ariel were walking out the door to leave when I arrived.
“Perfect timing,” Alice smiled. “But fair warning, my daughter is cranky when she’s hungry, and sheishungry.”
I laughed. “Thanks for the warning.”
Presley hugged her parents and her daughter no less than three times each before they finally left.
“So, cranky pants, where do you want to eat?”
“You’re brave,” Presley said. “I learned how to kick your ass today.”
“That you did,” I agreed. “So, food?”
“How about Mexican?” she suggested.
“Sounds good to me.”
“I’m going to be so sore tomorrow,” Presley said while we were waiting for our food and munching on chips and cheese dip.
“I can help with that. Come soak in my tub,” I said, not realizing how that sounded.
“Said the serial killer.”
“Fuck,” I said and wiped my mouth so I could explain. “I’ve got a two-person whirlpool tub with jet massagers. It does wonders for sore muscles. You’re welcome to come over and use it. Alone.”
Presley laughed. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer. Can we stop back by my house so I can grab a change of clothes? I hate putting on dirty clothes after a bath.”
“The only plans I have are with you. We can do whatever you want,” I told her.
Back at Presley’s house, she went to her room to get her clothes. I followed her and stopped at the doorway.
“You can come in,” she said.
I did and took a seat on the end of her bed while she pulled clothes from drawers and stuffed them into a bag. Then she turned around.
I don’t know what it was or who moved first, but I was on my feet with Presley in my arms and her legs wrapped around my waist in a matter of seconds. “Fuck,” I groaned against her lips. I’d wanted her from the moment I laid eyes on her, but as I got to know her, I wanted more than just a fuck. I wantedallof her. I was going to fuck her either way, if that’s what she wanted.
Presley broke our kiss long enough to pull her shirt off and toss it to the side. I stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed to give her more control of the situation and to free my hands.
While I removed my shirt, Presley reached behind her back, thrusting her tits forward as she removed her bra. “Fucking hell,” I said quietly before I pulled her close and captured her nipple with my mouth, sucking hard. Presley inhaled sharply and rotated her hips against me. I licked and sucked until she was digging her fingernails into my back and damn near dry humping me as she squirmed.
“What do you want, Presley?” I asked against her chest.
“I want you to fuck me like a whore,” she moaned and suddenly tensed. “I … I,” she stammered, but I threaded my fingers through her hair and pulled her lips down to mine.
“You like it a little rough?” I asked against her lips.
She nodded but didn’t try to pull away.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, standing and turning to put her on her back. I undid the button on her jeans, and she shoved them down her legs, kicking them to the side, which left her legs wide open. When she tried to bring them back together, I put my hand on her knee to stop her and grinned devilishly.
She kept her eyes on mine as I leaned forward and moved her panties to the side. I slowly ran my finger between her lips a few times before I slipped it inside her, loving the way her eyes fluttered each time she quietly moaned. But she wanted rough. Without warning, I added a second finger and fucked her with them at a quick pace.
