“I’d love to buy a billboard to broadcast it to the world that you’re mine, but it might be a bit excessive.”
Chuckling, I lean in to kiss her because it seems I can’t stay away from her. “Maybe a little, but I like the idea.”
“We’re together, right?”
I clasp her pretty face. “There is no question, Sloane. I’m enchanted by you. You’re mine. I’m yours. End of.”
Tears well in her eyes. “You’re like every Prince Charming I’ve ever conjured in my mind, Cristian, only better.”
“Keep talking like that, sweetheart, and I’ll have you stretched out over this table in record time.”
“You shouldn’t tease a girl like that.” Her slim hands circle my wrists, and her flirty tone gives way to a more serious one. “I wish everyone could know, but they can’t. Elio is the most important person to both of us, and he’s just undergone a big transition. This could unsettle him, so we should keep the status quo around him. He can’t know we’re a couple yet.”
“I’m on the same page. We need to ease him into this gently when the time is right.”
“Now that’s settled, I think we should get to the table-fucking part.” Sloane whips off her top, revealing bare tits, and blood hardens my cock in a split second. Quickly tapping into the security system on my phone, I switch off every camera except for the one by the front door.
No one gets to see Sloane like this but me.
After shoving her yoga pants down her slim legs, she tosses them aside and crawls into my lap in only her panties. “I can’t stop thinking about last night. I’ve been horny for you all day,” she admits.
“You should have led with that,” I quip, standing with her in my arms. Placing her on the empty side of the table, I lay her flat on her back before ripping my hoodie off and flipping the button on my jeans. “I’ve gotten hard every time I think about how amazing it feels to be inside you.” Bending over her, I kiss her deeply and fondle her tits. She flinches a little, and I ease back, frowning. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. It’s not you.” She skims her fingers through the stubble on my cheeks, and I lean into her touch like a needy child. “I hate my breasts.”
My frown deepens as I study her chest, not seeing what she sees. “What’s wrong with them?”
“They’re not mine.” Chewing on the corner of her lip, she sits up, placing her hands at my waist and eyeballing me. “My natural breasts are small, but they were perfect.” She glares at her chest. “These are hideous and all wrong for me. I plan to rectify the situation when I get the chance.”
“Baby.” My fingers wind through her long, wavy hair. “You’re perfect with big tits or small ones. It doesn’t matter to me as long as I have something to play with. But if it bothers you, we can book an appointment and get them fixed. I’ll pay.” I’m guessing the reason she hasn’t had the implants removed is because she can’t afford it.
“You are too good to be true, Cristian.” Sliding her hands into the opening of my jeans, she curls her hand around my erection. “Thank you for offering, and I’ll think about it.” She kisses me slowly before pulling back. “I’m sorry for ruining the moment.” She waggles her brows. “Now, where were we?” Sloane works me in her hand with skill, and I lose myself to her touch, thrusting against her palm as she jerks me off. But I want to come inside her again, so I retreat before I reach the point of no return.
“Stay there while I get a condom. Don’t move.” Her laughter follows me as I pull my jeans up and sprint out of the room. In my bedroom, I grab a condom and lose all my clothing. She’s not laughing when I return fully naked, primed, and ready to rock her world.
After rolling on the condom, I remove her panties and lower myself to the apex of her thighs, enjoying all the glistening pink flesh on display.Mine. All mine. Now and always. My tongue darts out, licking a path up and down her slit as my cock jerks in anticipation. “You’re drenched,” I say, straightening up and adding one finger inside her. “Soaked and ready for me.”
“Told you I’ve been horny all day,” she pants as I add another finger and glide them slowly in and out of her warmth.
“What do you need, Sloane?”
Hungry eyes pierce into mine. “You, Cristian. I need your cock buried so deep the only thing I’m thinking is how incredible you feel inside me.”
“Fuck, Sloane. You’re perfect.” Stretching her arms over her head, I clasp her hands together. “Keep them like that,” I instruct, slowly caressing her face, her neck, over her collarbone, and across her tits. I tweak her taut nipples and move lower, palming her flat stomach before I meet the Promised Land. “Your pussy is my nirvana,” I proclaim, cupping her most intimate area. My eyes darken with heat. “This is mine. Only mine.”
“Only yours,” she agrees, whimpering as I push three fingers inside her and work them hard and deep.
“This is yours,” I say, removing my fingers and taking my cock in my hand. “Only yours.”
Emotion pools in her eyes again. “Take me, Cristian.”
“Happily, my love.” With one confident stroke, I fill her to the brim, and we both moan as I settle myself fully inside. Our eyes connect as I hold myself still, and my heart swells to bursting point. “You’re my everything,” I say, pulling out and then driving back into her in deep, slow, rhythmic thrusts while kissing her lips and touching her skin everywhere.
Sloane wraps her legs around my waist, and when she digs her heels into my back, I lose all restraint, fucking her like a crazy man who needs her pussy like he needs air to breathe. The table shakes as I take her ruthlessly, savagely, gripping her hips in my hands to control her body while I plunder her pussy, pounding into her over and over and over. The only sounds in the room are our mutual moans, the slapping of our skin, and the subtle creaking of the table.
“Come with me,” I grunt, moving one hand to her clit when I sense she’s close, and my balls lift, ready to release their load. We fall apart together, and I’m almost blinded by the most intense, earthshattering orgasm. It crashes into me, nearly dragging me to my knees. After we ride it out, I lift her into my arms and sit in a chair, hugging her to me. Rocking her gently, I dot kisses in her hair and memorize her curves with my free hand.
“Every time just gets better and better,” she says in a satiated tone.
